Tiring. And that’s what this day has been. And so was I. Tired. I don’t like such days. Lots of meetings, though useful, but I would rather do things in a comfort of my desk then drink sweet coffee offerings of interested users. Interested as in mercenarily. As a rule they want a lot and more. Don’t we all though?
My mind is tired to the point of wanting to stretch out muscles, like after spending long time without move. To force thoughts to be pulled out from the corners where they hide…to give them a light push, to make them M-O-V-E. C’mon, my thoughts! But they refuse to step out. Doesn’t mean that I have nothing boiling in my mind, just that mind is too tired to cook something tasteful out of it. It is almost the end of a day here, time to head home. In my bookmarks I have a link to the beautiful site of Rumi’s poetry. Every day on the entrance to the site you get a new random poem. It is a good relaxing way to drop all day time worries behind and shift over to the evening. Today’s random poem sounds meditative…
I said I shall tell the tale of my heart as best as I can;
Caught in the storm of my tears, with a bleeding heart,
I failed to do that!
I tried to relate to event in broken, muted words;
The cup of my thoughts was so fragile, that I fell into pieces like shattered glass.
Many ships were wrecked in this storm;
What is my little helpless boat in comparison?
The waves destroyed my ship, neither good remained nor bad;
Free from myself, I tied my body to a raft.
Now, I am neither up nor down-no this is not a fair description;
I am up on a wave one instant, and down under another the next.
I am not aware of my existence, I know only this:
When I am, I am not, and when I am not, I am!
(Divan 1419:1-6)
have an enchanting day or evening or any other time that you have left of today...
My mind is tired to the point of wanting to stretch out muscles, like after spending long time without move. To force thoughts to be pulled out from the corners where they hide…to give them a light push, to make them M-O-V-E. C’mon, my thoughts! But they refuse to step out. Doesn’t mean that I have nothing boiling in my mind, just that mind is too tired to cook something tasteful out of it. It is almost the end of a day here, time to head home. In my bookmarks I have a link to the beautiful site of Rumi’s poetry. Every day on the entrance to the site you get a new random poem. It is a good relaxing way to drop all day time worries behind and shift over to the evening. Today’s random poem sounds meditative…
I said I shall tell the tale of my heart as best as I can;
Caught in the storm of my tears, with a bleeding heart,
I failed to do that!
I tried to relate to event in broken, muted words;
The cup of my thoughts was so fragile, that I fell into pieces like shattered glass.
Many ships were wrecked in this storm;
What is my little helpless boat in comparison?
The waves destroyed my ship, neither good remained nor bad;
Free from myself, I tied my body to a raft.
Now, I am neither up nor down-no this is not a fair description;
I am up on a wave one instant, and down under another the next.
I am not aware of my existence, I know only this:
When I am, I am not, and when I am not, I am!
(Divan 1419:1-6)
have an enchanting day or evening or any other time that you have left of today...