The new rule.....Rumi

It’s the old rule that drunks

Have to argue

And get into fights.

The lover is just as bad:

He falls into a hole.  

But down in that hole he finds something shining,

worth more than any amount of money or power.

Last night the moon came dropping her clothes in the street.

I took it as a sign to start singing,

Falling up into the bowl of sky.

The bowl breaks.

Everywhere is falling everywhere.

Nothing else to do.

Here’s the new rule”

Break the wineglass, and fall toward the glassblower’s breath.  ---Rumi