Mary Mary

you are so far away but right here next to me right outside my window but I cannot see i wish I heard the breeze more clearly i hope I feel the sun tomorrow think about the ocean the next day and wander into the forest soon you must think us fools scurrying about selfish, detached you are so close but so far away i can see now i wish you heard the breeze more clearly i hope you feel the sun tomorrow think about the ocean the next day and wander into the forest soon mary mary-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.Rumi-Be with those who help your beingBe with those who help your being. Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouths. Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces. If you don’t try to fly, and so break yourself apart, you will be broken open by death, when it’s too late for all you could become.Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots and makes them green. Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?Rumi-