Today as I was reading the usual A year with Rumi book, I cheated, pop. I skipped June 19, 20, and 20 to peek at June 22, your birthday. I wanted to know what he writes for June 22. And I felt my eyes watering.
The poem entitled “Behind each eye”
Spring overall. But inside us
there is another unity.
Behind each eye
one glowing weather.
Every forest branch moves differently
in the breeze, but as they sway,
they connect at the roots.
I know you have moved on and I won’t be the one who holds you back.
Yet I also know you are always be here for me. Because we are always one. United. Connected at the roots. With you cheering at me. Praying. Glowing. With God’s love.
I miss you so much, especially at times like this. I love you. And wish you well.