The Reed Flute’s Song

“Language and music are possible only because we’re empty, hollow, and separated from the source. All language is a longing for home.” ~ Coleman Barks

The Reed Flute’s Song

Stay where you are

inside such a pure, hollow note. ~ Rumi

The last few years, perhaps because of Covid and the enforced isolation, each time I say good-bye when family leaves after a visit, I am filled with sadness. The scale of the sadness is in direct proportion to the joy I just shared while we were visiting. There are no words to convey the depth of my feeling. There are no words to hold all the love I wish to pour onto my loved ones. Although I have just spent a wonderful afternoon or evening with my children, or siblings, or cousins, I immediately long for more time with them once the door is closed and they are on their way. Is this even close to the longing Rumi is expressing?

2 thoughts on “The Reed Flute’s Song

  1. Nora says:

    When I read your Reed Flute’s Song, I am reminded of the Reed Flute Caves I visited in China. They were stunningly beautiful, eerie, aromatic and forever memorable. I remember the myriad of emotions I experienced there; thank you for the memories!💞

  2. mincs1 says:

    Thank you for this beautiful comment!

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