died

 

In the beginning you pampered me with gifts.
Then you burned me with grief and difficulties.

You were rolling me like numbered dice.
When I died and became you,
you threw me, the numbering, and the dice
out completely beyond any space for games.

Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
tr.Coleman Barks
from Rumi: The Big Red Book
HarperCollins 2010

 

numbered dice#2

 

dice, hmmm…

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