My worst habit is I get so tired of winter
I become a torture to those I'm with.
If you're not here, nothing grows.
I lack clarity. My words
tangle and knot up.
How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river.
How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you.
When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools,
dig a way out through the bottom
to the ocean. There is a secret medicine
given only to those who hurt so hard
they can't hope.
The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
Look as long as you can at the friend you love
no matter whether that friend is moving away from you
or coming back towards you.
~ ~ ~
pale the wall.
Love moves away.
The light changes.
I need more grace
than I thought.
(Jelaluddin Rumi 1207 - 1273
translated by Coleman Barks)