My breaths are coins in the Konya well,
my wishes unknown to me

The ski tracks behind me are memories
of Someone I used to be

My mind is a moonlit night,
my body's the break of day

What's left is wrong & right;
opposites always at play

This moment's an iron gate
that opens on love & hate;
tread through to the upcoming fate
of the living and all who are late

Rumi walks with me every day,
searching for Shams, who still is away
Leave all goals now, and go astray;
all foundations are made of clay

My breaths are coins in the Konya well,
my wishes unknown to me

The ski tracks behind me are memories
of Someone I used to be