Poetry: The Soul's Friend by Rumi
The Soul's Friend
Listen to your essential self, the Friend: When you feel
longing, be patient, and
also prudent, moderate with eating and drinking. Be like
a mountain in the wind
Do you notice how little it moves? There are sweet
illusions that arrive
to lure you away. Make some excuse to them, "I have
indigestion," or "I need
to meet my cousin." You fish, the baited hook may be fifty
or even sixty gold pieces, but
is it really worth your freedom in the ocean? When traveling,
stay close to your bag.
I am the bag that holds what you love. You can be
separated from me! Live
carefully in the joy of this friendship. Don't think,
But those others love me
so. Some invitations sound like the fowler's whistle
to the quail, friendly, but
not quite how you remember the call of your soul's Friend.
º(From The Soul of Rumi: A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems. Translations by Coleman Barks)
Listen to my reading of "The Soul's Friend Below."