All I do in my free time these days is read Rumi. What amazes me the most is this: he composed his poetry while twirling in a circle. A scribe was sitting in the room recording what he said. It was free flowing awareness.
If I was twirling in a circle this is what I would say (edit free)
Who am I?
What is this?
Am I supposed to know?
My head swims with images of policemen, nurses in their uniforms
Doctors with stethoscopes, veterinarians with dogs
Wasn’t I supposed to pick a picture out of the group
Wasn’t I supposed to fold that picture and place it in my pocket
And let it guide my decisions
And sculpt me slowly
I feel as empty as a newborn
As far away from knowing
As the stars feel
As the sun feels
and Wisdom surrounds
but Wisdom is a substitute
Wisdom is a way to understand lack
Love is the answer
But I don’t know what means
Is it a feeling in my heart?
An awareness in my mind?
All I have in my mind are questions.
And no answers.
Can I live with only questions?
Can I live with no answers?
Can I live searching
And not finding?
Can I be free?
“Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold.” Rumi