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 p...