An uneventful day doing chores with mindfulness and trying not to climb the stairs too many times. The highlight of my day was a talk on Rumi , a Persian mystic, whirling dervish but mostly a profound poet. Sadly int he evening I forgot my iPad and so I couldn’t talk to all the people i wanted to properly, but I adapted a little with pen and paper . Let me offer one of the exquisite poem of the evening :
SAY I AM YOU
I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.
I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of a stone, a flickering
in metal. Both candle,
and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.
I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,
and the falling away. What is,
and what isn’t. You who know
Jelaluddin, You the one
in all, say who
I am. Say I
I came home having being fed with beauty, and went to bed . Around 3am I woke breathless again , but this time I was worried as I couldn’t fill my lungs with enough air , it s a very strange feeling ! I know now that my accessory muscles are getting more affected . I woke again at 4am and 5am and listened to the radio and tried to relax . One of my biggest fears is not being able to breathe , I always hated putting my head beneath the water for that reasons so this is going to be my biggest challenge. I just tried to focus on being accepting of my fate and to not to fight it . That helped so much and I propped myself up on cushions and took some deep breathes using my stomach muscles and drifted off to sleep. This is something I need to get used to and have my feet firmly on the ground!