If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.
~ Jalal Al-Din Rumi
The gold that was my hair has turned
silently to gray. Don’t pity me!
Everything’s been realized,
in my breast all’s blended and attuned.
-- Attuned, as all of distance blends
In the smokestack moaning on the outskirts.
And Love! A soul’s been realized:
The most deeply secret of your ends.