Satin Days

As smooth as silk and as shiny as satin

My days glide by

No matter the foggy mist

No matter the rain or hail.

There is a message here.

Keep your windshield clean

Don’t let the grit from the road

Obscure your vision.

Around the next bend

Through this endless seeming swamp

There is a field

A bright meadow.

Rumi and I

We will meet you there.

 

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make any sense.”

Rumi