I read Rumi’s sonnet to the reed and I wept.
For the vibration under the words pulls of deep wanting.
The separation before the return
The cycle of repeat
Wanting again from the separation
But the separation brings the music, reslish the music
the mystery, but for barely a moment in comsic time
Sing your song quickly or wait for the right moment
The return is imenent and the respringing of who you are will come again, but different.