My Soul Is…

People come in and out of our lives, helping us at just the right moment, in just the right way, sometimes staying side-by-side on the pathway for much of the journey, sometimes for a brief season.

I had a relationship like that with a man, a sponsor for a number of years, a great man who helped and guided greatly. I can’t say thank you often enough.

He tells me to stop trying.


He loved this little video, this re-imaging of Rumi’s poem My Soul Is From Elsewhere.

He taught me to love it all — the poem and the video and most importantly, the message it contains.

I hope you learn to do so as well.


All day I think about it, then at night I say it.

Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?

I have no idea.


My soul is from elsewhere,

I’m sure of that,

And I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.

When I get back around to that place, I’ll be completely sober.

Meanwhile, I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.

The day is coming when I fly off.


But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?

Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes?

What is the soul?

I cannot stop asking.

If I could taste one sip of an answer,

I could break out of this prison for drunks.

I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.


This poetry.

I never know what I’m going to say.

I don’t plan it.

When I’m outside the saying of it,

I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.


We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.

That’s fine with us.


Every morning We glow

And in the evening We glow again.

They say there’s no future for us.

They’re right.

Which is fine with us.

Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi (K.S)



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