5 minute writing Rumi + Late by myself in the boat of myself I notice it's early for the things I must do later. Find the boat and stay in it. Waiting for time to tick away. I stay in the boat I try to stay just above the surface but then sink in. Wash away in the growing stillness. Let go and just sink in. When I die it will be still ness again why wait for that day It may be a long time or very near, but whenever it comes I will be ready When the soul lies down in that grass it wets everything in the dew of remembrance and refreshening We will find the grass The clear bead at the center changes everything and thank God it does The frustrations of this life fall away as we realize it was all meant to be everything played out as God intended Our mission is accomplished and we can finally rest in true peace I become a waterwheel in time and future wanderers fall over the buckets that I created and left turning on this Earth.