Just Stitches In The Quilt

Rumi said, “My soul is from elsewhere.”

Truly told, although he misses from where.

Our souls recycle through the universe like every other element of the infinite natural Being.

After all,

are we beyond nature? And not just waves in the sea?

Do we float as we wish to defy the laws of gravity?

Do we think about breathing? Do birds think to fly?

Do lakes weigh the benefits of reflecting the heavenly sky?

Why would man be different than all we can and cannot see?

Possibly it's impossible to fathom our own natural conformity?

Or,

could it be men's egos? Could it be women's roars?

Could it be from zealots pushing black books door to door?

Pimping out the best intended to Satan as a whore?

Religion teaches morals, love, and characters to adore.

Keep the beautiful stories, just add a little more.

Stare into your eyes and contemplate the Milky Way.

The two portray the same pupil patterns,

Go look! Go see what I say.

Just as winter is cold and summer sun is ablaze,

just as devoted knees pain from countless days of pray.

The only constraint in nature is consistency cannot fade.

Thus,

man comes from nature, like a leaf he will wilt.

Fear thy not, existence is one pattern on the ever-warming quilt.

Eternity is the seamstress, always stitching the same patch.

On a quilt woven together, keeping our bonds of love in tact.

Forever.