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.
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,
backsliding on a path you never wished to walk
If ghosts could have a voice
its noise would be of choice,
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
Loved this one — the writing felt refreshingly real and the reflections stayed with me after I finished.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your encouraging words.
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