We hear a distant drum
To where’s it coming from?
As we follow it’s mystic beat
The distance nearer, ev’n to our feet
Our intention as we feel
Its traveling through us revealed
Into our hearts we find
The source of music was from inside.
Must have forgotten at some point
But love remembers and is rejoined -
Forgotten source of life and song
Was inside us all along
- Alynne Rose
The lines of this poem of mine,
have come into my mind.
I had felt as though
I was only a dirty window;
I couldn’t see clearly inside,
And the sun’s light didn’t make me shine.
It was only when I went within,
Following thoughts like a ribbon.
That I could surely find
What I have inside
There is my unintentional analysis of my poem in another poem.
This morning I grabbed a book of Rumi’s poetry lying on a stack of books in my room. I flipped it open to a poem of his called, ‘Buoyancy.’ I felt to share part of this poem with you as well. I feel that it goes along with the topic of what is within.
“Love has taken away my practices
and filled me with poetry,
I tried to keep quietly repeating,
No strength but yours,
But I couldn’t.
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself
That’s how I hold your voice.
…
So the sea-journey goes on, and who knows where!
Just to be held by the ocean is the best luck
we could have. It’s a total waking up!
Why should we grieve that we’ve been sleeping?
It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been unconscious.
We’re groggy, but let the guilt go.
Feel the motions of tenderness
around you, the buoyancy.”
- Rumi
Alynne, you are so talented. You are able to put your feelings into words in such a special way. Thank you for sharing your talent with me.Love, Grandma Evie