A Vague Trace

by Sheree L. Ross

Soul gave me this box of emptiness.

What I say is one truth I know.

I go to neither side of any argument. I

stay in the center letting explanations

rise from failure, this weeping witness

face, this saffron tulip, a vague trace.

Whoever understands me like Saladin

does, this is for you, this opening.

by: Rumi