What in your life is calling you?
When all the noise is silenced,
The meetings adjourned...
The lists laid aside,
and the Wild Iris blooms
by itself
in the dark forest...
What still pulls on your soul?

 

In the silence between your heartbeat bides a summons.

Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless,

but why pretend it is not there?

 

Come, Come, Come,

Whoever you are.

Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.

Even if you have come one thousand times before.

Come yet again, Come.

 

 

From the writings of Mevlana Rumi (1207 - 1273)