Belly Fat
Some may be inevitable.
I want to live inside the heart of Rumi, to hear the voice that speaks only when I am silent. I want my soul to know I can feel its subversive hands steering me in directions my mind would never go. I’m ready to lose that stubborn belly fat, a symbol of my empty desire for an easy, unfettered life. My days are mixed up in obligation and absurdity. But at night, just before waking is when I travel great distances. I step into an empty boat, but I am not alone. I ask, Who are you? Let go of the rudder, they reply.
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