Rumi said that your only faithful student is yourself, all the others will leave you sooner or later. It’s true of being alive as well; wherever you go, there you are. There’s no escaping yourself. You can be your own best friend or your own worst enemy. What will you do with your life? You have to write those poems yourself. Sometimes I like to just remind you to not be an asshole. I hope it’s helpful.
autumn in america
waking at dawn on a cross country bus
a damp and gray fog
snores from a passenger
wheels on pavement
the whining sound of a highway
we are leaves caught in the current
floating along on a strong river
Everything is perfect and there is always room for improvement.
Focus, not on the rudenesses of others, not on what they've done or left undone, but on what you have and haven't done yourself.
Of all the words that pour out of our mouths every day, how many of them are really ours, and how many are patched together from others?
We were created to look at one another, weren’t we?