Guest guest Posted April 26, 2006 Report Share Posted April 26, 2006 Whoever Brought Me Here, Will Have To Take Me Home by Rumi 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. Tired of spam? Mail has the best spam protection around Aum Amriteswarayai Namaha! Visit your group "Ammachi" on the web. Terms of Service. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 26, 2006 Report Share Posted April 26, 2006 What a nice surprise! This is one of my favorite poems ever. Thank you. GeorgeSon wrote: > > Whoever Brought Me Here, Will Have To Take Me Home > by Rumi > > 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. > > > > > Tired of spam? Mail has the best spam protection around > > > > Aum Amriteswarayai Namaha! > > > ------ > > > * Visit your group "Ammachi > <Ammachi>" on the web. > > * > Ammachi > <Ammachi?subject=Un> > > * Terms of > Service <>. > > > ------ > Aum Amriteswarayai Namaha! Mata amritanandamayi Visit your group " Terms of Service. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 26, 2006 Report Share Posted April 26, 2006 Oh, GerogeSon, you have made my day, and summed up my feelings as well. I Love Rumi...such a gopi soul, shedding tears that only another Gopi soul can comprehend! Take us Home, Indeed! Much Love to you, Dear Brother! Sanatani Prasadini <ganesh1008 (AT) comcast (DOT) net> wrote: What a nice surprise! This is one of my favorite poems ever. Thank you. GeorgeSon wrote: > > Whoever Brought Me Here, Will Have To Take Me Home > by Rumi > > 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. > > > > > > > > > Aum Amriteswarayai Namaha! > > > ------ > > > * Visit your group "Ammachi > " on the web. > > * > Ammachi > > > * Terms of > Service . > > > ------ > Aum Amriteswarayai Namaha! Links Aum Amriteswarayai Namaha! Visit your group "Ammachi" on the web. Terms of Service. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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