It’s not a playground where <br />you run around shouting <br />without noticing whether <br />there’s a listener <br /> <br />or a playgroup where <br />there’s paper, paste, scissors, <br />all over the place, <br />thoughts pasted on thoughts, <br />without noticing anyone else <br /> <br />no, it’s some specific calling, <br />saying, see that far-off other? <br />we’re related; see us as together, <br />your surprise may tell you <br />about that vastness – <br /> <br />maybe, awe, wonder, beauty, <br />wisdom, truth…goodness… <br /> <br />so treat me, metaphor, <br />as if god’s priest: <br />respectfully, sparingly, carefully; <br />as you would look at twins, <br />each sleeping, but holding hands; <br /> <br />love requires that<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-spirit-of-rumi-71-in-praise-of-metaphor/
