National Poetry Month ~Rumi

If you don’t have enough madness in you,
Go and rehabilitate yourself.

If you’ve lost a hundred times the chest game of life,
Be prepared to lose one more.

If you’re holding the wounded string of a harp on this stage,
Play once more and resonate no more.

If you’re that exhausted bird fighting a falcon for too long,
make a comeback and be strong.

DON’T BE BITTER MY FRIEND

don’t be bitter my friend
you’ll regret it soon
hold your togetherness
or surely you’ll shatter

don’t walk away gloomy
from this garden
you’ll end up like an owl
dwelling in old ruins

face the war
be a warrior like a lion
or you’ll end up like a pet
tucked away in a stable

once you conquer
your selfish self
all your darkness
will change to light