“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…
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