Meandering Without a Plan: Life Finds Me Wherever I go

Keep Walking, 

by Rumi, Translation by Coleman Barks

Keep walking.

Though there’s no place to get to.

Don’t try to see through the distances.

That’s not for human beings.

Move within.

But don’t move the way fear makes you move.

Today, like every other day,

We wake up empty and frightened.

Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading.

Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

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