Rumi speaks to me again...
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to.
Don’t try to see through the distances.
That’s not for human beings.
Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move.
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened.
Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading.
Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Keep Walking, by Jalal-al-Din Rumi
I remember when I was on the trail an impromptu poetry reading in the shelter in the town of Glasgow, Virginia. Cookie Monster shared Roll the Dice by Charles Bukowski.
I shared The Guest House by Rumi.
I've started carrying inspiring poems and quotes with me on my hikes now. Handy for the next impromptu poetry reading, yes.
But even handier when things get hard. Or when my mind gets stuck in unhelpful thinking. Or when I need answers, something to ruminate on that might open my heart a crack or a chasm.
Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. The walking is the point.
This one is going in the rotation.