A Poem Rumi Forgot to Complete

Shadows of the Soul Something new happened. Something that had never happened before– that he had never imagined happening before.  He wanted to kill someone.  For the first time in his life, he wanted to kill someone– it was the millionth wrong thing he’d ever wanted to do to someone else, but before this time, this day, it had never been death. He needed someone else’s death, now, suddenly, to bring him satisfaction.  For the millionth time in his life, the devil in him was winning. That was it, of course. It wasn’t him, not really him – the man, himself, he would never truly want to do a thing like that. Like any of these things. He was a good man, after all.  "It’s the devil, I am sure. It’s him . He makes me do these things," he sobbed. Into the mirror, so that he could see himself sobbing and be sure that he wasn’t evil.  Just as quickly, though, he turned on himself. "But the devil does not exist! Nothing exists!-- and nothing matters! I am the only one w...