I created this self-portrait/photo montage back in 2007, when I used to participate in Inspire Me Thursday on a weekly basis. When I read this Rumi poem today I felt the two needed to be together. I even added them both to my sidebar. I feel like I could have written these words myself, they're so true to where I find my thoughts lately.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.
— from Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks
5 comments:
m. this poem speaks the words in my heart, very profound :"my soul is from elsewhere I am sure of that.."
are words I often think myself quite regularly, come to think of it.
Thank you for this beautiful gift.
Happy 4th of July :-)
M- I think you have posted something today that speaks to quite a few of us. When I read this, I am amazed at the clarity that comes through for me too. "What am I supposed to be doing?", "I didn't come here on my own accord and I can't leave that way", "The day is coming when I fly off"------All these make it seem like I could have written these words. I think them all quite often. Thank you for the poem. I love the collage too. You are so talented!
"when I'm outside the saying of it I get very quiet and rarely speak at all"
I love Rumi and feel this is where i am now. I rarely speak at all. the collage is wonderful and so nice you found this poem to conjunct with it.
mmmmmmmm..... that's all.
"This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I'll be completely sober."
There's just a lot here that makes sense to me.
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