awaiting a butterfly

That king who made me crazy, and with whom

My heart, for love of him, has shared a home,

Sent a butterfly that signified, "I'm you,"

And fanned a hundred candle flames alight.

#1532: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi

It's a bright, bright morning and I'm enthusiastic to set out. If Shams was the king that made Rumi crazy, then Rumi is the king that makes me crazy too. I can but wait and hope and expect that a similar butterfly will come my way. I just need to have my hundred candles at the ready. That means I have a good bit of work to do today. And that, in its turn, means I must off and away.