Confetti - not

This morning the white blossom from the cherry trees in the garden was drifting down like a snowstorm of confetti. I wanted to capture it but the camera did not do it justice. Here's a waterfall in the park instead, and a love poem.



Don't go anywhere without me.
Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,
or on the ground, in this world or that world,
without my being in its happening.
Vision, see nothing I don't see.
Language, say nothing.
The way the night knows itself with the moon,
be that with me. Be the rose
nearest to the thorn that I am.

I want to feel myself in you when you taste food,
in the arc of your mallet when you work,
when you visit friends, when you go
up on the roof by yourself at night.

There's nothing worse than to walk out along the street
without you. I don't know where I'm going.
You're the road, and the knower of roads,
more than maps, more than love.


From The Essential Rumi ~ Coleman Barks