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One Year Ago Today

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Adapted from a poem by Rumi

All 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.

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What a wonderful poem! So uplifting, at the end there. Thank you for sharing! :)

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