Use Me, Use Me Up

Ode to greatness — A poem

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Oh, Rumi!

Flow through me

Let me be your 21 Century muse.

May the words from my pen

be the thoughts in your head.

For new thinking,

new believing.

New but not new

for the story is as old

and has been told

Since creation itself

was birthed

from the belly

of The One.

The One that is of me and of you

O, Rumi!

Safe in the arms of the One Consciousness

cradled with your quill and your pot.

And your parchment

now paper

So much paper,

the skin of animals, now the belly of trees.

Fill me with you

And let me again

Share your words — sage words from the sage.

I am the pen,

the now keyboard

C-drive

Hard drive

Pen drive.

Technology.

Rumi!

You created in your desires of then

Ease for the us in the now.

So as we in the now

log onto all that is and was and continue to be,

I catch your thoughts.

The words not spent

when exhausted parchments

of then

could not share

the more.

The more that was in you.

So, Rumi

Flow through me,

And show me how

to turn words into ecstasy.

Rumi,

Use me.

© I. Trudie Palmer

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