when you go through the winter of words, read RUMI

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty

And frightened. Don’t open the door to the study

And begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.



Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground.



Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

There is a field. I’ll meet you there.



When the soul lies down in that grass,

The world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

Doesn’t make any sense.”



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“my worst habit is I get so tired of winter

I become a torture to those I’m with.”



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“Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,

No light and no land anywhere,

Cloudcover thick. I try to stay

Just above the surface, yet I’m already under

And living within the ocean.



You’re crying. You say you’ve burned yourself.

But can you think of anyone who’s not

Hazy with smoke?”

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Love, tell an incident now

That will clarify this mystery

Of how we act freely, and are yet

Compelled.

it is RUMI who has helped me to find the words to say what it is like to leave Rome, what it is like to be in between places, to await for the arrival of Spring.