Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
And so…I begin.
Sit in silence as the sun rises.
Listen to that stuck-ness somewhere inside and don’t hate it. Let it be.
Wash my hair.
Write a poem.
Laugh with a friend.
Cry at a movie.
Cry listening to NPR.
Wish for magic.
Believe in unicorns.