Cock up the mountain…

Climbing up the path I step aside
Delighted by the fragrance of roses upon the garden wall.
He meets me at the gate;
Gives me welcome, and a cup.

I drink his wine,
And lose myself in drunken loving among the roses.
Asleep in two worlds,
No fear or pain,
Content where I am,
Until its time to climb again,
I cannot remain lingering between;
I tell him so; He smiles,
Pins a rose upon my breast,
Guides me back onto the path.

Now he joins me in my quest,
And fills my time
Increasing my capacity for wine.

“Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.”
― Rumi, The Essential Rumi

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