Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Turn Me to Gold
Turn Me to Gold
Kabir
Turn me to gold,
but first make of me
a pile of dust
hugging the sidewalk
where the people
pass by.
A puddle of water
left by the rain,
waiting its turn
to rush into the oblivion
of the drain.
A spiral of light
traced by the Sufi
who danced so recently
just here,
lost in his oneness
with all that is.
When I am ready,
perfectly still,
turn me to gold,
luminous vessel
of the spreading sun.
Dorothy Walters
May 22, 2020
