Seasons of PeacePoems from Rumi |
| Seasons of Peace |
Rumi |
Guest House |
Shadow and Light |
Only Breath |
The Hidden |
| Shadow and Light | The Self We Share | Who Says Words With My Mouth? | Two Kinds of Intelligence | Not Intrigued With Evening | |
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Who Says Words With My Mouth?
All day I think about it,
then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there. This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile, I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary. The day is coming when I fly off, but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth? Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home. This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all. |
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From The Essential Rumi, page 2. Translated by Coleman Barks.
© Copyright, 2004, HarperSanFrancisco. Permission pending; fair use intended. |
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