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Rumi/ The Tavern

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And Dusk Dissolves – At the West End Gallery

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.

–Rumi, The Tavern

On a quiet Saturday morning, just going to share what is perhaps the best-known work from Rumi, the renowned Persian poet/scholar/mystic who lived from 1207 to 1273. Though his life ended about 750 years ago, Rumi’s words and observations have a feeling that is beyond time, always feeling as though they are applicable in the present moment.

Here’s a nice reading of the poem for those of you who prefer to hear the words.

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