Always Make Rumi For Jello Poem by Beryl Dov

I pick my nose, I pick my brain.
I savor goat cheese with my wine.
I am a realistic mystic.
I can tell the fork from the tine.

I know everything is one.
I know there's coffee in my cup.
I know there's 12 eggs to the dozen.
I know that nothing all adds up.
I know everything's its opposite.
I know solid things are soft.
I know hate is self-consuming.
I know love sets life aloft.

I love party hats on mallards.
I love my lizard hard.
I love Asian kids in snowsuits.
I love that God is such a card!