I am part of the load <br />Not rightly balanced <br />I drop off in the grass, <br />like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse <br />wherever I fall. <br /> <br />For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains <br />floating and flying in the will of the air, <br />often forgetting ever being <br />in that state, but in sleep <br />I migrate back. I spring loose <br />from the four-branched, time -and-space cross, <br />this waiting room. <br /> <br />I walk into a huge pasture <br />I nurse the milk of millennia <br /> <br />Everyone does this in different ways. <br />Knowing that conscious decisions <br />and personal memory <br />are much too small a place to live, <br />every human being streams at night <br />into the loving nowhere, or during the day, <br />in some absorbing work.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-part-of-the-load/
