How can a wave not come to the shore....by Belle Heywood

It doesn't matter how many tongues i use,
or what kind.
if your heart
is on a pedastool
far away

It doesn't matter what
truth i bring forth
if it only sounds
like more words.
and only words.

Meetings can never be forced.

Meetings
are
so very rare in this world.

And yet,
the words
will arrive.

How can a wave
not come to the shore?

~ Belle Heywood

We're friends with one ...by Rumi

We're friends with one 
who kills us, 
who gives us to the ocean waves. 

We love this death. 
Only ignorance says, 
Put it off a while, 
day after tomorrow. 

Don't avoid the knife.
This friend only seems fierce,
bringing your soul more range,
perching your falcon
on a cliff of the wind.

Jesus on his cross,
Hallaj on his
those absurd killings
hold a secret.

Cautious cynics know
what they're doing
with every moment and why.

Submit to love without thinking,
as the sun this morning rose recklessly
extinguishing our star-candle minds.

~ Rumi
Version by Coleman Barks
"The Soul of Rumi"
HarperSanFrancisco, 2001