for Strings (2nd version)
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
~Jelaluddin Rumi, Like This
Sometimes, I lose strings
in the labyrinth.
I try to hold on to them,
like the mango's pulp in my hand -
but they loosen,
the knot waiting for the yeoman to release.
Like you, I too used to think
that the daisy and the violet had the same scent -
once, like you, I could not tell the difference
between the pale, and the stain of love.
5/30/02
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