Sometimes directions change |
Who makes these changes?------------------------------------------/
I shoot an arrow right.
It lands left.
I ride after a deer
and find myself chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
and end up in prison.
I dig pits to trap others
and fall in.
I should be suspicious
of what I want.*
Barks, Coleman. A Year with Rumi (p. 298). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.