Do you think that I know what I'm doing?
That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself?
As much as a pen knows what it's writing,
or the ball can guess where it's going next.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
3 comments:
At the request of a Rumi Reader, I have enabled comments, because I agree that someone, sometime might want to write about the power of Rumi's words. So many times they have met me in ways I just have to share, and so I want you to have that opportunity here. There is no expectation for comments, but please do write something if you feel the urge. ~ Ruth
It's how I think of writing. The words flow through me. They are not mine. And half, or most, of the time, I don't know what they will be until they appear on the page.
ReplyDeleteCan one live without a shadow of control? There is no "doer."
ReplyDeleteRumi's words are like my words.
ReplyDeleteM.L. Gallagher's too.
I understand you, Anonymous, but in truth, I can't feel any discrepance. You don't seem to be a writer nor to have experienced what those words truly mean. There's something to look forward to... You're blessed :)
Thx a lot Ruth <3