Saturday Morning

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What in your life is calling you,
When all the noise is silenced,
The meetings adjourned…
The lists laid aside,
And the Wild Iris blooms
By itself
In the dark forest…
What still pulls on your soul?

~ Rumi ((1207 – 1273)


Credits: Image Source: Mennyfox55. Poem: Your Eyes Blaze Out

25 thoughts on “Saturday Morning”

  1. Ah…letting go of regret, my family and friends, what lies beyond, wondering if there is ever enough silence to completely eliminate the white noise. And fearing that kind of quiet a little bit too. Too much? Ok, more coffee

      1. In yoga and meditation we “sit” with a lot of things. Sometimes something comes along – like this – where we need to let go and absorb the wisdom into our whole being.
        xo

  2. I’m grateful to be able to answer that soft call with my writing, my art, my ability to open to my illness in front of others. My soul seems to respond to this.

  3. Many things pull at my soul but, for all my writing, I’m at a loss for words to describe exactly what these things are. …Darn you, Rumi, I’m going to be contemplating your words for hours now!

      1. Different era, different culture, same human preoccupations and soul- searching. I think it’s an eternal quest, to which we or may not discover the answer in the hereafter. And, of course, if we are destined to find them, it means that Rumi has already!

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