Poem for 2018

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An Invisible Bee

by Jalaluddin Rumi

Look how desire has changed in you,

how light and colorless it is,

with the world growing new marvels

because of your changing. Your soul

has become an invisible bee. We

don’t see it working, but there’s

the full honeycomb. Your body’s height,

[five] feet or so, but your soul rises

through nine levels of sky. A barrel

corked with earth and a raw wooden
spile keeps the oldest vineyard’s wine inside.

When I see you, it is not so
much your physical form, but the company
of two riders, your pure-fire devotion

and your love for the one who teaches you.
Then the sun and moon on foot behind those.

light painting at night

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About SEN

Born on United Nations Day, I am actively involved in the process of figuring out how we can live together well on this planet, given our similar and different truth claims. I love the journey!

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