! Rumi Was Here - Poem by Michael Shepherd
It's his light touch.
He's not trying to tell you anything,
convince you of anything,
he's not watching your face
to see if you agree.
He's just mentioning something
as if you were walking together
someplace real nice.
Already, his light mind
is somewhere far elsewhere
in this world of wonder,
just mentioning it
because there seems a connection.
Rumi was here.
The air is singing.
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