A common man marvels at uncommon things. A wise man marvels at the commonplace. CONFUCIUS

Saturday, 17 January 2015


Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour.
Do it now.
You're covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.



George said...

One of my favorite Rumi poems. I especially like the notion that quietness is the surest sign that one has died from the old ways that left one running from silence. When there is enough inside of us, we don't need to be constantly entertained by external distractions.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Like George (above) Robert, you do find inspirational stuff to post - keep doing it.

Anonymous said...

Seriously, I was reading about Cotard's Syndrome only the other day. Food for thought.

The Solitary Walker said...

Thanks for your comments — George, Pat and Dominic.

I just reminded myself about Cotard's Syndrome in Wiki. Think it may have been mentioned in Sebastian Faulks's novel 'Human Traces' (about French lunatic asylums and pioneering work into mental illness) which I read a few years ago.