like a blank page, then
gold dust lightly scattered over it
then a soft breeze blows it away
but nothing is lost
for there was nothing to be gained;
enough, that you were here;
for you don't need to pursue a metaphor
when - see! - the metaphor is god, is world;
you don't need to convince us of anything
that we don't already know
just a reminder that this is
how it is;
a smile in passing;
your gold dust scattered;
for a moment
we are your beauty.
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rumi-passed-by-here-today/
