Dissolver of Sugar

Dissolver of sugar, dissolve me,
if this is the time.
Do it gently with a touch of a hand, or a look.
Ever morning I wait at dawn. That's when
it's happened before. Or do it suddenly
like an execution. How else
can I get ready for death?

You breathe without a body like a spark
You grieve, and I begin to feel lighter.
You keep me away from your arm,
but the keeping away is pulling me in.

- Rumi

The City of Saba

But there is a cure, an
individual medicine, not

a social remedy: sit quietly, and listen for a voice
within that will say, Be

more silent. As that happens, your soul starts to revive.
Give up talking and

your positions of power. Give up the excessive money.
Turn toward teachers and

prophets who don’t live in Saba. They can help you
grow sweet again and fragrant

and wild and fresh and thankful for any small event.

- from "The City of Saba," Rumi