Undressing

Yeah, I thought that would get your attention, from Pam Rosenthal Erotic Writer, and all. But actually, it’s also the title of a current favorite poem of  mine, by the Sufi poet Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks. And on my birthday, in a small seaside town in Turkey, I want to share it… especially with those of you who’ve been patiently waiting for more books, and those of you who’ve been so supportive during these years.

Undressing

Learn the alchemy true human beings

know; the moment you accept what

troubles you’ve been given, the door

will open. Welcome difficulty

as a familiar comrade. Joke with

torment brought by the Friend.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes

and jackets that serve to cover,

then are taken off. That undressing,

and the naked body underneath, is

the sweetness that comes after grief.

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