These spiritual window-shoppers, What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping. Where did you go? “Nowhere.” Even if you don’t know what you want,
Start a huge, foolish project, It makes absolutely no difference - Rumi, Mathnavi VI
who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’
Oh, I’m just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.
What did you have to eat? “Nothing much.”
buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.
like Noah.
what people think of you.
