one part of you is gliding in a high windstream,
while your more ordinary notions
take little steps and peck at the ground.
Conventional knowledge is death to our souls, and it is not really ours.
It is laid on. Yet we keep saying
that we find “rest” in these “beliefs.”
We must become ignorant of what we have been taught and instead be bewildered.
Run from what is profitable and comfortable.
If you drink those liqueurs, you will spill the springwater of your real life.
Distrust anyone who praises you.
Give your investments money, and the interest on the capital, to those who are actually destitute.
Forget safety. Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.
I have tired prudent planning long enough.
From now on, I'll be mad.
UH-OH.
ReplyDelete(yes, the poem is beautiful.)
("Live where you fear to live." Yes, the advice is good, but...am trying to think of the bills I wouldn't be able to pay if I followed the poem's advice because I'd probably lose my job. BUT somehow, the concern doesn't seem to hold water with me. :> )
Thanks.
P.S. Happy Birthday, Rumi, wherever you may be right now. (Probably with your Mary Haskell.)