Spoken Things

Rumi...

"Every accident, 

and the essence of every being, 

is a bud, 

a blanket tucked into a cradle, 

a closed mouth. 

All these buds will blossom, 

and in that moment 

you will know

 what your grief was, 

and how the seed you planted

 has been miraculously, 

and naturally, 

growing. 

Now silence. 

Let soul speak inside spoken things."