I start out on this road, call it love or emptiness.
I only know what is not here.

Resentment seeds, back-scratching greed, worrying about outcome, fear of people.

When a bird gets free, it does not go back
For remnants left on the bottom of the cage.

Close by, I am rain. Far off, a cloud of fire.
I seem restless but I am deeply at ease.
Branches tremble. The roots are still.

I am a Universe in a handful of dirt,
Whole when totally demolished.

Talk about choices does not apply to me.
While intelligence considers options,
I am somewhere lost in the wind.

~ RUMI ~