Saturday, November 1, 2014
i took my mother out
i took my mother
out in the car
into the october
sun slowly fading
into mist from the fields
88 and courage,
so brave and still curious.
this effort to get in
and to get out,
i helped her with the seat belt.
i realize
how much hope it needs
to want to live another day
at an age
when a week means a year
and i admire her
for her effort
to make each day count.
and even this shy and stingy smile
left for her own eyes, she thinks,
she always thought.
even this stubborn neck and chin,
glowing with the inncocence
of a lost child fighting
for life
i admire it all
but i will not talk about it.
she will think i'm crazy.
of course, i am.
it makes me humble
to see such an unhappy
woman able to experience joy.
i leave her at home
where she lives all for herself.
and i am glad to go.
but i do look back with wonder.
out in the car
into the october
sun slowly fading
into mist from the fields
88 and courage,
so brave and still curious.
this effort to get in
and to get out,
i helped her with the seat belt.
i realize
how much hope it needs
to want to live another day
at an age
when a week means a year
and i admire her
for her effort
to make each day count.
and even this shy and stingy smile
left for her own eyes, she thinks,
she always thought.
even this stubborn neck and chin,
glowing with the inncocence
of a lost child fighting
for life
i admire it all
but i will not talk about it.
she will think i'm crazy.
of course, i am.
it makes me humble
to see such an unhappy
woman able to experience joy.
i leave her at home
where she lives all for herself.
and i am glad to go.
but i do look back with wonder.
Poetry by RUMI -- Who Says Words with My Mouth
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.
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.
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