The Rubaiyat

I recently purchased another (beautifully illustrated) copy of Omar Khayyam's Rubaiyat. By far one of the best pieces of writing I have ever read and definitely a recommendation of mine to everyone. Here is one of my favourite stanzas in the Edward Fitzgerald translation (of course).





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I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell" 

Find your wings

You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust.
You were born with ideals and dreams.
You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don't.
You have wings.
Learn to use them
and fly.

~ Rumi

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I relent. And so I blog.

I was woken this morning at an ungodly hour by Jose Gonzalez singing Crosses to me, instinctively I tried to snooze my phone, but realise someone from the outside world was making contact. There was screaming in my ear. and instantly I was wide awake with the biggest smile on my face, chortling at her apology for mixing up the time difference. It didn't matter, she made my day.

Its Sunday afternoon in Copenhagen , but it feels like night settled in hours ago. Winter is around the corner and as the days continue getting shorter and colder, I wonder if I will ever see the sun shine again. But there is a beauty in the darkness, it leaves things hidden, leaves things unsaid. Leaves a sense of mystery that the sun's rays erase the moment it peaks it head through the overcast Scandinavian sky.

Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth,
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.
~ Rumi (The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XIII)