We all ask ourselves – whoever brought me here. You are not the first to ask.
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. By Rumi
We all ask ourselves the question which has no answer “why am I here”….Rumi was no different – more eloquent of course, but no different. He was closer to God and therefore closer to the answer, and we can be there.
All we have to do is to sit, and He will come. We can strive, we can give, we can DO and DO and DO and be no closer to the truth. When we stop and take time to hear the still small voice, we then have a chance to answer the question. Covid is continuing to give you this opportunity. Whether you take it, is entirely up to you. You can long for the future when you are free, but I say you are free now, in this very minute, but you don’t know you are, and haven’t been grateful for this wonderful opportunity that has presented itself to you. We don’t know when it will come again, so live every minute of it with gratitude. It is wonderful.
I hope to share A couple of hours of Sunday with you – Teacher Training (and The Tarot Course on Saturday). Bring your mind as well as your body.
LOVE AND BLESSINGS.