After Rumi

If you knew my life
You could not conceive
Why I am happy

Yet if you knew my joy
You could taste the sky
You could touch and feel yellow
You could hear an apple sigh
You could see symphonies rise
And explode like pinwheeling fireworks

If you knew pain could be healed
And still be felt at will
You would know God–

And the greatest pain
And the greatest joy
Would be longing for others
To know the same

God has not forsaken us

I have been deeply wounded
And I am fully alive

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