The Tavern Rumi – November 8, 2021

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.


We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups. That\’s fine with us. Every morning We glow and in the evening we glow again.


They say there\’s no future for us. They\’re right.


Which is fine with us.


–Rumi

By cindyloucbp

Cynthia is the typical Pisces! Her left brain activities include scientific activities in the hospital laboratory as a director. Her right-brain activites show as a painter, photographer and musician. She is known as the scientist who sings!

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