Peace, love and joy to all for the New Year. I begin this blog without celebrity or publishing pedigree, as an ordinary person who simply enjoys setting words to paper or most often on my computer screen. In weekly posts, I hope to share thoughts about creating fiction and poetry and life–which sometimes all feel the same–and perhaps music, if I pop for more memory.
The following is one of my favorite poems by Rumi, the 13th-century Sufi mystic. I think it helps explain why we write.
The human shape is a ghost
made of distraction and pain.
Sometimes pure light, sometimes cruel,
trying wildly to open
this image tightly held within itself.
From The Rumi Collection, edited by Kabir Helminski
- Rumi – Breath – Passion – Dreams (peoplesadvocacycouncil.wordpress.com)