You Make Your Own Oil As You Cook

 Your kindness cannot be said.

You open doors in the sky.

You ease the heart and make

God’s qualities visible.

We taste your honey and fly around

as happy as bumblebees.

You remember what was agreed upon 

before the universe began.

You hear the sound of those praise words,

Am I not your Lord?

Poisonous people, you have little 

to do with, only what is necessary.

You make your own oil as you cook,

beyond any recipe or idea of soul growth.

You look to meet another someone like U.

You will not find that.

Rumi