Temmie Posted March 1, 2009 Report Share Posted March 1, 2009 Adapted from a poem by RumiAll day I think about it, then at night I say it aloud.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, And I intend to end up there. This confusion began in some other place.When I get back around to that place that is home, I will not be confused, but clear. Meanwhile, I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary. The day is coming when I will 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 soul? I cannot stop asking. When I can taste one sip of an answer, I will break free from the confines of confusion. I did not come here of my own accord, and I can not leave that way. But when He who shines His light from beneath that place where my restless soul searches … when He knows I have reached my completion, he will answer these questions and more, and take me home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chai Posted March 1, 2009 Report Share Posted March 1, 2009 What a wonderful poem! So uplifting, at the end there. Thank you for sharing! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
leeann Posted March 1, 2009 Report Share Posted March 1, 2009 (((((((((((((((((((((((Temmie)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))leeann Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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