Empty Rug - Poem
Mindaugas Uzubalis
3/20/20261 min read
Empty Rug
The chips, the crumbs
the scars perfection
they fall upon
your carpet precious
They sink so deep
inside your being
until it makes you do
the painful beating
and now you stand
with mop, policing
You speak of love
and trivialities of life
yet burden mind
with smallest pieces
Enjoy the love
with those who visit still
your empty rug
complete with dirt
and maybe then
you’ll love it too
that dirty rug
surrounded by a few
© 2025 by Mindaugas Uzubalis
From David Whyte's Poem - What to Remember When Waking
"...What you can plan is too small for you to live.
What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough
for the vitality hidden in your sleep.
To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.
To remember the other world in this world
is to live in your true inheritance..."