Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Our Caravan Bell


Natures office., originally uploaded by twotom192004.

Do you hear what the violin says
about longing ? The same as the stick.
I was once a green branch in the wind.

We are all far from home.
Language is our caravan bell.

Do not stop anywhere.
The moment you are attracted to a place,
you grow bored with it.

Think of the big moves you have already made,
from a single cell to a human being.

Stay light-footed and keep moving.
Turkish, Arabic, Greek, any tongue
is a wind that was formerly water.

As a breeze carries the ocean inside it,
so within every sentence is,
Return to the source.

A moth does not avoid flame.
The king lives in the city.
Heart

~A Year With Rumi by Coleman Barks

1 comment:

janet said...

Really nice one:-) Inspired by those before, I'm thinking of my next big move!