just home
I asked, "Where is your home, beautiful moon?"
She said, "In the wreck of your drunken heart.
I am the sun shining into your ruin.
Long may you call this wild wasteland your home."
#1584: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Search word: home
My son is home safe, sleeping soundly in his own bed. I discover Rumi making sacred what is usually seen as to be shunned: drunkenness, ruin, wilderness. Our simple raw humanity, after all. I think Rumi would have loved Homer Simpson, that bumbling soul who reels from one life adventure to another, oblivious of any big picture, unguided by any lofty ideal, without singleness of purpose, just taking each day as it comes.
Since I've no idea what's coming next, I'll just stick to what today demands.
Leunig's motto on life @ Inside Paul's Head
posted by Arizona @ 7:42 am
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3 Comments:
Glad he's back safe and sound.
Arizona, Inside Paul's Head is no longer around, since I changed ISPs a few years ago (the pages stayed up for a while, but have since been removed by Ozemail).
I may resurrect some of those pages one day. Meanwhile, my web presence is in the form of film reviews and discussion at Melbourne Film Blog (nothing about Leunig, I'm afraid).
Thanks for letting me know, Paul.
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