The Conference of the Birds

I usually read on the subway when I go to and come back from work. Sitting in the subway reminds me that I have to open the reading application on my phone.
These days I read a very strange book. It is called “the conference of the birds” Farid ud-din Attar
Translated by Afham Darbandi and Dick Davis. London: Penguin, 1984 (~ 1177).

It is a book linked to spiritual research, embodied by a group of birds who decide to set out.

The text is sweet calm. It is written in paragraph blocks, making for perfect reading for the metro.

I found myself immersed in the text and transported to a place without time and space, where the only thing that matters is the meaning we give to our mission in life.

Spirituality is a search for meaning.

This book is a classic Sufi. My soul is undoubtedly a Sufi in the memory, or it finds itself.

Getting off the metro and stopping reading is a catapult into reality, where colleagues are waiting for us, what app is filled with comments to do and to receive, where negativity becomes a cloud that accompanies us all day.

There are light books to be carried on the metro and throughout the day.