The tavern of my mind

There had been a fierce argument going on the table of wisdom. Feelings showing their emotions, passions seeking their ideals,  imagination was skyrocketing here and there with a total disregard of the achieved harmony and balance in life, and rationality
speaking more with fears than with hope. All of them were trying to
convince the self that they know better and that the self should follow
their preferred way. For the owner of the tavern, it was one of those
days when he had to worry about broken chairs and wounded faces, though
he also knew in the deepest corners of his heart that these days come
and go and without these, the tavern as well will loose its attained charm and Raison
d’être .

The fight was as usual about the new girl in town. Was she beautiful or was the mere hope of her sudden availability was making everybody excited about her. Feelings were insisting to prove to the self that beauty was there, outside, existing on its own, and reachable like a ripen plum on a tree and it is not just the rosy water effect. Rationality on the other hand was putting all the blame to mere supply and demand curves and testosterone levels. And imagination was showing all sorts of hopes and fears with no certainty on any of the two.

“They all believe they are in hunting mode, although they are hunted themselves”, Sufi thought to himself and smiled. He remembered his own past. He was a born idealist and a romantic, always seeking the perfection of his ideals in the girls around until he met the one who changed his whole way of thinking. Back in old days he used to think alot about his desires, where they come from, where they want to take him and what he should do with them. The desire to make others happy which he inherited from his own roots and traditions and the desire to find his own happiness which grew within him during his travels in the far off lands , the too and and fro from both of these equal and opposite desires haunted him long . It took him ages to reach the realization of creating beauty in all things he has been associated with when his beloved challenged him to experience and seek beauty in the most imperfect of things.

The Sufi ordered wine for all, finished his cup, climbed the roof and started dancing and whirling on the tunes of the local lute player. Feelings and passions and above all rationality, they all looked at him with surprised faces for an instant and than returned to their favorite past time of fighting……