Rumi writes poetry that inspires one to open their pores to love, spirit, possibility. Even in moments of unrest.
Rumi’s words inpour into my pores
The poor state of all
The lack of a solid intimate mate
The soiled state of the State Poetry that moves one up through a room with no ceiling
Over the walls To a world worth living in again
A body to reassociate with
Safe in intimacy with oneself again