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barefoot dance, exeter...you never know |
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WelcomeCome, come, whoever you are. Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times Come, yet again, come, come. Rumi
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Love
after love
The
time will come when,
with elation, you
will greet yourself arriving at
your own door, in your own mirror, and
each will smile at the other's welcome, and
say, sit here. Eat.
You
will love again the stranger who was your self. Give
wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart to
itself, to the stranger who has loved you all
your life, whom you ignored for
another, who knows you by heart.
Take
down the love letters from the bookshelf, the
photographs, the desperate notes, peel
your own image from the mirror. Sit.
Feast on your life.
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