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For 2017

Of all the things I might tell myself this year, I do hope at least some of them involve more "letting" of my own self and your own self. I can let in and let out all the resolve and remorse.

notesMegan Jones
From Rumi

"I am like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness.
It has no resistance to sunlight.
The ruby and the sunrise are one."


notesMegan Jones

You are not surprised at the force of the storm—
you have seen it growing.
The trees flee. Their flight
sets the boulevards streaming. And you know:
he whom they flee is the one
you move toward. All your senses
sing him, as you stand at the window.

The weeks stood still in summer.
The trees' blood rose. Now you feel
it wants to sink back
into the source of everything. You thought
you could trust that power
when you plucked the fruit;
now it becomes a riddle again,
and you again a stranger.

Summer was like your house: you knew
where each thing stood.
Now you must go out into your heart
as onto a vast plain. Now
the immense loneliness begins.

The days go numb, the wind
sucks the world from your senses like withered

Through the empty branches the sky remains.
It is what you have.
Be earth now, and evensong.
Be the ground lying under that sky.
Be modest now, like a thing

ripened until it is real,
so that he who began it all
can feel you when he reaches for you.

–Rainer Maria Rilke

notesMegan Jones