My immediate family–my parents, my two sisters, and my two brothers-in-law–has completely shut me out of its life.

I have been excommunicated from my immediate family, for being truthful.

It is said that when Martin Luther was excommunicated from the Church for being truthful, he was asked where he would sleep.

“Under the stars,” Martin Luther replied.

You know, Martin Luther King, Jr.’s, father was named after Martin Luther.

“How hard it is to meet my Lord!

“The rain-bird wails in thirst for the rain:  almost dies of her longing, yet she would have none other water than the rain.

“Drawn by the love of music, the deer moves forward:  she dies as she listens to the music, yet she shrinks not in fear.

“The widowed wife sits by the body of her dead husband:  she is not afraid of the fire.

“Put away all fear for this poor body.”


(translated by Rabindranath Tagore)

“All day I think about it, then at night I say it.

“Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?

“I have no idea.

“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,

“and I intend to end up there.

“This drunkenness began in some other tavern.

“When I get back around to that place,

“I’ll be completely sober.  Meanwhile,

“I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.

“The day is coming when I fly off,

“but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?

“Who says words with my mouth?

“Who looks out with my eyes?  What is the soul?

“I cannot stop asking.

“If I could taste one sip of an answer,

“I could break out of this prison for drunks.

“I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.

“Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.”


(translated by Coleman Barks, et alia)

2 Responses to “DRUNKEN POST #45”

  1. 1 thegumbodiaries April 30, 2016 at 1:04 pm

    Nice to find solace in Rumi.

    • 2 solosocial April 30, 2016 at 3:14 pm

      Thank you, Diane.

      “I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.”

      It’s similar to a line from The Doors song, Riders on the Storm: “Into this house we’re born–into this world we’re thrown.”

      Yet it is more suggestive of our Creator–as the being who brings us here, away from our true home, then takes us back to our true home eventually.

      This world was not even my home before this Digital Age–I never fitted in here. Now, with this Digital-Age nightmare, this Digital-Age hell, this world is even less my home than it was before this Digital-Age nightmare began, before this Digital-Age hell began burning me alive. And this is why I know there is no hell after this life. This Digital-Age hell is diabolical enough for anyone–but especially for a person like me.

      I wish whoever brought me here would take me home now. Every day I pray that the Creator will wake me from this Digital-Age nightmare, deliver me from this Digital-Age hell. And the Creator’s refusal to do either simply reinforces the Deism I have taken on–more and more–since 2010.

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