RUMInations 35 Quips
Three things are strange to behold and a fourth exceeds comprehension:
A fish that eschews water to dry and die in the hot sun of the open air;
A tree that is terrified of light and bows low to bury its leaves in the dark earth;
A singer who will not endure the pause or the rest and exhausts her best in an outburst of a single unsustainable note;
A lover who laments alone, lost in less than what is least than the embrace of the Beloved.
The prophet calls for an answer three times and yet a fourth:
Can there be a song without a singer?
Can there be a wine without the vine?
Can there be a last without the first?
Can there be a filling without the void?
The Cheshire Alice speaks: In the nevermore of our wonderland
We suffer the journey because it is not the journey’s end.
The hedgehog tips his hat and quips: impatience with imperfection
Is itself the invitation to awaken to the humility of becoming the beloved.
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