Whirling

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Do you think 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.

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5 thoughts on “Whirling

  1. robin moss says:

    love these last two poems…a change of direction?… the breathless feel of love poetry

  2. Thanks, Robin. I wish I could claim them for my own but both these last and today’s poems (and probably for the next wee while) are by Rumi – from his part of the world, Anatolia, and my small pilgrimage there, particularly Konya, where he practised and was buried. An antidote to Xmas.

    • robin moss says:

      They are so beautiful… Somewhere I have some music setting some of Rumi’s poems as songs …. Will try and let you have a copy… Thank you for these… Please continue . Robin

  3. mandy wilkinson says:

    ah, I see now where you are – what an experience for you!
    I adore Rumi. thank you Mxx

  4. Malcolm says:

    Great picture, beautiful words.
    love Malcolm

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