“Listen to the reed and the tale it tells,
How it sings of separation..” ~ Rumi
The Reed Flute’s Song or Mathnawi of Maulana
The fall didn’t kill her but the cold and the fright almost did
and no matter how fiercely she concentrated
her light stayed dimmed.
Blown out by the speed and the wind of her plummet,
her simple cupful mind only knowing the dark and the light
the black and the white
and that she was alone…
Her reed broken and singing sadly of its separation.
Why she fell was any ones guess
but her gleaming siblings glimmered at her
and sent her hope that she would join them again soon
strewn across the galaxy
holding the blackness pinned back with points of diamond
and smiling gently as the wishes floated up and burst against them like bubbles.
She never gazed into the monsters eye, never stared into the abyss
because she was both
and the becoming had stopped so long ago that memory couldn’t reach that far.
All was fully grown and fitted comfortably
the sharp bladed light not piercing any longer
merely surrounding and filling in the rips and tears
the gaps where the other skies spilled over….
At first she thought the earth was swelling
growing like a rampant mushroom
but the winds moved only past,
not with her,
and down she dropped
straight like an acorn
heavy like a drop of molten solder
and the strange solidness would not yield and
gravity then proved its existence with a
like a quilt made of lead.
The fast fleeting winds caressed her hair once more
kissed her and said good bye.
But it was a long, aching time before she could bear to look anywhere else