Poetry Friday

Dark Sweetness
The ground turns green. A drum begins.
Commentaries on the heart arrive in seven volumes.
The pen puts its head down.
to give a dark sweetness to the page.
Planets go wherever they want,
Venus sways near the North Star.
The moon holds on to Leo.
The host who has no self is here.
We look into each other’s eyes.
A child is still a child
even after it has learned the alphabet
Solomon lifts his morning cup to the mountains.
Sit down in his pavilion
and don’t listen to bickering.
Be silent as we absorb the spring.

Rumi