I met Rumi on the ferry

I met Rumi on the ferry,
he was seasick all the time.
We hadn’t left Harlingen Harbour
when he started to look pale
and he asked me –
I mean: he, Rumi, asked me! –
for some wisdom.

I told him to get a bit of fresh air on the deck.
“Fresh air is the miracle of transparency,” he mumbled.
He looked outside, it was raining.
“Then again, perhaps not.”
He wasn’t quite himself maybe.

😉

Comments on: "I met Rumi on the ferry" (10)

  1. Brilliant,

    I will be chuckling now for the rest of the day 🙂

    Enjoy the rest of your journey home

    And take good care of yourself

    Arohanui
    David xxx

    • 🙂 Hi David,

      Thank you very much!
      Made it home safely and I am very pleased that you like the poem 🙂 I liked doing the excersize! Take good care of yourself too

      Arohanui 🙂
      xxx

  2. This is great! I may have a go! We shall see. 😊 L&H xx

  3. I regularly have the same problem with this bloke called Confucius.

  4. Wonderful, Ina! 🙂 xxx

  5. Well, what an honor to be asked by Rumi for advice! Love it, Ina! XO

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