3.5.07

I have very much enjoyed today's date,

and have not much else to say

except perhaps to comment

that I think I need to try producing more

writing, information, stories, etc

instead of only funneling or concentrating

that which I find elsewhere

(which also is a good thing)



I realize that I often put things of much significance to myself on here without offering any explanation and leaving the reader to take what they see. I think I should try to be more responsible to leave commentary, however that may be subject to time interests...

And despite what I just said,
here is another filtered un-explained item:


by Rumi
Trans. Coleman Barks.

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.