How can the laws of nature be ruptured for you
so that miracles result,
while you, for your part,
have yet to rupture your bad habits?
—Ibn Ata Allah, Sufi mystic
in the subtle droop of skin and will,
like the life stuffing were slowly
being spooned out of me
My mind, too, is being emptied
of needless concerns
(such as, who's in charge)
traveling lighter, demanding less
One day, finally, I'll slip out this
loosening body bag—
simply sling it over the shoulder
of my sturdy spirit
The Divine, like poetry, only answers
when there's nowhere else to turn to.
©Yahia Lababidi
Images: Agostino Arrivabene
This is my entry for Day 40 of 