The Sticky Grease of our Soul

 This post is inspired by Rumi's poem "Let go of your worries." I have borrowed a few of the words from the poem.


O you leech of worries
clear off the space you perched on
and sucked the executive functions
it is ordained on.

It's high time now
O you son of man,
pour on your salt of faith
draining off the moistures 
leach of worries were clothed

behold yourself, O son of man and 
know when the leech of worries sticks,

transforming the molecular structure of cognition
backsliding on a path you never wished to walk

Lick of leech
or the like of your insight switch
the discerning key lies in your soul.
Are you able to hear its call?

Not a shout
not so clamorous
but a soft whisper
like that of a casper

If ghosts could have a voice
its noise would be of choice,

because it's going to bring
something the world couldn't sing

because between worry and peace
is this single difference:
worry is natural,
while peace is supernatural.


©water2025

6.11.2025



This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

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  1. Loved this one — the writing felt refreshingly real and the reflections stayed with me after I finished.

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