in this city no one i see is conscious
one is worse off than the next
frenzied and insane
Once a year I spend
A night on the streets
I choose a frozen night
And with only my coat
Wrapped around me for warmth
I sit in doorways begging for alms
When this happens in exchange
I give my benefactor a small card
With a poem or a quote
Written by Rumi
Typed in mauve ink
This brings a variety of responses
Sometimes I am hugged even kissed
But my motive is never questioned
This brings me a great happiness
come on and be love’s willing slave
for love’s slavery will save you
forsake the slavery of this world