this mirror inside me shows…
This mirror inside me shows…
I can’t say what, but I can’t not know!
I run from body, I run from spirit.
I do not belong anywhere.
I’m not alive!
You smell the decay?
You talk about my craziness.
Listen rather to the honed-blade sanity I say.
This gourd head on top of a dervish robe,
do I look like someone you know?
~from Rumi, The Shape of My Tongue
