PERFECT Soul

Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You say,
I make you feel dizzy.
Of a little headache then,
why do you worry?
You say,
I am your moon-faced beauty.
Of the cycles of the moon and
passing of the years,
why do you worry?
You say,
I am your source of passion,
I excite you.
Of playing into the Devil's hand,
why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
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Rumi

(photo by Beth Arnold)