Look to the Rose

Look to the rose that blows about us-

"Lo, laughing," she says, "Into the world I blow:
At once the silken tassel of my purse
Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."

OMAR KHAYYAM
(11th century)

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My friend said- Maybe you're not what you thought you were.
I asked.
And I was waiting for a profound thing.
I like to roll the profound quilt around myself and take a snooze.
Ate a muffin and fell asleep on the bathroom floor
underneath the skylight
and waking up, felt the sun shining like a warm friend
Like a beauty that didn't mind a thing
not a thing at all.