RUMI-NATING
How come we both look
at what’s right before us
and only one of us actually
sees what’s right in front of us?
How come we both have
all these sounds around us
and only one of us hears
the music surrounding us?
How come we both stand
on the beach before the ocean,
and only one of us experiences
the feel of sand by heel, sole and toes,
the crash and splash of waves,
and the light dancing on the waters?
How come only one of us
asks all these questions?
at what’s right before us
and only one of us actually
sees what’s right in front of us?
How come we both have
all these sounds around us
and only one of us hears
the music surrounding us?
How come we both stand
on the beach before the ocean,
and only one of us experiences
the feel of sand by heel, sole and toes,
the crash and splash of waves,
and the light dancing on the waters?
How come only one of us
asks all these questions?
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010
Wrote this after reading some
short poems
by Jalaludin Rumi [1207-1273]