Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Expressed differently

Miss Mischief December 31, 2012


Become the Sky 

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with a thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
Die, and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running from silence.
The speechless full moon comes out now.
~ Rumi 

mature white woman sitting elegantly  

for Ink Magazine

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