is not she
who was here at all,
but only her labels,
her false identities,
only her veils have been ripped
and discarded. Her soul's clothes
all thrown away
so that she remains pristine,
clothed in garments so solid
she can not yet feel or see them,
though soon she will.
Perhaps she has also discarded
her very soul, but i doubt it.
Those are Damn Hard to get shut of,
though i read that it can be done.
Rumi once asked his Beloved
for the price of a single kiss
and says he was told, "your life."
to which he exclaimed, "What a bargain!
I'll buy it!"
And yet he remained,
or so it seemed,
but perhaps not.
The Beloved wouldn't lie
about His fees!
Would He?
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