a rose (tanka)

Roses Underfoot

The sound of salaams rising as waves
diminish down in prayer,
hoping for some traceof the one
whose trace does not appear.

If anyone asks you to say who you are,
say without hesitation, soul
within soul within soul.

There`s a pearl diver who does not know
how to swim! No matter
Pearls are handed him on the beach.

We lovers laugh to hear, “This should be
more than and that more this,”
coming from people sitting in a wagon
tilted in a ditch.

Going in search of the heart, I found
a huge rose, and roses under all our feet!

How to say this to someone who denies it?
The robe we wear is the sky’s cloth.

Everything is soul and flowering.
© Rumi (Rumi, the Book of Love)

love dwells
even in unfertile land
a rose blooms
blossoms of the soul
always thrive

©Tournesol’17

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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