Some Souls

Some souls have gotten free of their bodies.
Do you see them? Open your eyes for those
who escape to meet with other escapees,

whose hearts associate in a way they have
of leaving their false selves
to live in a truer self.

I don't mind if my companions
wander away for a while.

They will come back like a smiling drunk.
The thirsty ones die of their thirst.

The nightingale sometimes flies from a garden
to sing in the forest.
-rumi-


Drumsound rises on the air,
its throb, my heart.

A voice inside the beat says,
"I know you're tired,
but come, this is the way."
-also rumi-