Hundreds of Ways to Read Rumi

I have room in my eyes
for your every poetic agenda.
Make me love what you love.
Woo me indiscriminately.
Show me how to cry with you.
When you hide inside being smart,
I will be amused and hold your hand.
Sweet one, we are only filters
for silence to pour through.
Why curse the nets that catch
the fishes of this human heart?
Let’s eat the fish and toss the bones
and nets back to sea.

2012