And then suddenly find ourselves among old friends and wonder what happened in the meantime. Is this what they call life? Sometimes. Turn back and not recognize what you have been until yesterday. Feel lost, sometimes it happens.
Laura was in Istanbul. Natale was also with her, what nice and funny people! She told me without talking about what we were and what we still are. And about the one that I must soon return to be. And the best gift was the surprise on her face walking through the streets of the city, inside the mosques or the Harem at Topkapı, along the Bosphorus, dancing at a concert or simply by eating fish on the quayside.
But surprise as while observing the whirling dervishes, maybe I do not remember.
And these are lessons that I found in these days in a book of poems by Rumi, the Sufi mystic.
"The lamps are different / but the Light is the same. / So many garish lamps in the dying brain's lamp shop / forget about them. / Concentrate on essence, concentrate on Light".
"A treasure lies beneath the house, / so don't stand still, for there is no other way. / Don't be afraid of destroying the house, / because with its treasure in hand you can build / a thousand houses without toil and pain. / In the end this house will fall into ruin, / and the treasure beneath it will be revealed".
"Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat, / but water under the boat is its support /(...) / The stoppered jar, though in rough water, / floated because of its empty heart. / When the wind of poverty is in anyone, / she floats in peace on the waters of this world".
Laura was in Istanbul. Natale was also with her, what nice and funny people! She told me without talking about what we were and what we still are. And about the one that I must soon return to be. And the best gift was the surprise on her face walking through the streets of the city, inside the mosques or the Harem at Topkapı, along the Bosphorus, dancing at a concert or simply by eating fish on the quayside.
But surprise as while observing the whirling dervishes, maybe I do not remember.
And these are lessons that I found in these days in a book of poems by Rumi, the Sufi mystic.
"The lamps are different / but the Light is the same. / So many garish lamps in the dying brain's lamp shop / forget about them. / Concentrate on essence, concentrate on Light".
"A treasure lies beneath the house, / so don't stand still, for there is no other way. / Don't be afraid of destroying the house, / because with its treasure in hand you can build / a thousand houses without toil and pain. / In the end this house will fall into ruin, / and the treasure beneath it will be revealed".
"Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat, / but water under the boat is its support /(...) / The stoppered jar, though in rough water, / floated because of its empty heart. / When the wind of poverty is in anyone, / she floats in peace on the waters of this world".
