Three Quatrains


Never too many fish in a swift creek, never too much water for fish to live in.

No place is too small for lovers, nor can lovers see to much of the world.


Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.


A night full of talking that hurts, my worst held-back secrets: Everything has to do with loving and not loving. This night will pass. Then we have work to do.

by Rumi