what we offer up

I have filled all the paper made in Egypt,

and all that made in Baghdad too,

with this longing-talk poetry.

It must  be that I must have forgotten

how an hour of actual friendship,

being in your presence for just that long,

is worth a world of verbal imaginations.

Dear one, let this living

be what we offer up.

Rumi

Soul Fury

Translation:  Coleman Barks