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My Soul Is From Elsewhere

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A series of time-lapses photographed on a 3-day visit to Istanbul in October 2015.
The featured monuments are the Hagia Sophia and the Sultan Ahmed Mosque (popularly known as the Blue Mosque). All of these sequences were taken from our room at Hotel Arcadia Blue in the Old City.
The words are from "The Tavern", a poem by Jalaluddin Rumi
No copyright infringements intended.
I do not own either the music or the narration and have just used them as accompaniments with my time-lapse.
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THE TAVERN
by Jalaluddin Rumi
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.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That's fine with us. Every morning
We glow and in the evening we glow again.
They say there's no future for us. They're right.
Which is fine with us.
The featured monuments are the Hagia Sophia and the Sultan Ahmed Mosque (popularly known as the Blue Mosque). All of these sequences were taken from our room at Hotel Arcadia Blue in the Old City.
The words are from "The Tavern", a poem by Jalaluddin Rumi
No copyright infringements intended.
I do not own either the music or the narration and have just used them as accompaniments with my time-lapse.
***
THE TAVERN
by Jalaluddin Rumi
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.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That's fine with us. Every morning
We glow and in the evening we glow again.
They say there's no future for us. They're right.
Which is fine with us.
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