Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Ours is not a caravan of despair

It has been a dismal year for me. I don't want to review it except to say that I wasted it in petty anxieties.

Life is what you make of it to a large extent and anyone would think I had a hundred years ahead of me the way I fail to use the days well or wisely.

I've been reading lots more Rumi recently, there's so much of his writing and I love to read favourite verses in different translations because I get something new each time.

This piece warms me and gives me hope for the year ahead.

Come, come, whoever you are-

Wanderer; worshiper, lover of leaving-

What does it matter?

Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Even if you have broken your vows

A hundred times-

Come, come again, come.

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