I've found a little faith remains.
Some trust, leftover like a small piece of dessert 
yet uneaten by the hungry ghosts.

A small voice once, now, raising.
There is a deeper truth still,
there is always a deeper truth.

Still.

In this moment, this faith alive
there is rest.
I will lay my head down in it tonight
I will dream of a wildness that nothing can touch or taint.

When those Guests come sweeping though
violently, it always seems,
apart from what else Rumi said,
they leave also a faith in all that change is.


3.23.2015

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