Posts Tagged ‘Rumi’



Below is this week’s inquiry, questions designed not to make you stop and think, rather to be with it experientially.

Where is the love?

“The great affair, the love affair with life, is to live as variously as possible, to groom one’s curiosity like a high-spirited thoroughbred, climb aboard, and gallop over the thick, sunstruck hills every day.  It began as mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.”

~ Diane Ackerman


The blue sky opens out farther and farther,
the daily sense of failure goes away,
the damage I have done to myself fades,
a million suns come forward with light,
when I sit firmly in that world.

I hear bells ringing that no one has shaken;
inside “love” there is more joy than we know of;
rain pours down, although the sky is clear of clouds;
there are whole rivers of light.



we call it. As in: wild, or perfect.
We abandon ourselves
to love.

~Kate Knapp Johnson~


This Union you want with the earth and sky
This Union we all need with love

Stay here quivering like a drop of mercury

(combined words of Rumi & Hafiz)



for a

lovely thing

and you


find it…

~ Sara Teasdale ~


I am the one whose love
overcomes you, already with you
when you think to call my name….

~Jane Kenyon~

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The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Excerpted from The Essential Rumi – translated by Coleman Barks

I post this because it is such a great follow-up to my recent “letting myself have” post.  The practice I talk about in letting myself have is now my spiritual practice of pure acceptance with whatever arises.  So this poem really seems a great complement to that practice.

There’s often so many things I read that sound good on paper (like The Guest House), but I want to know ‘gee, how does one attain that’?  I need tools, that’s me, it’s how I roll.  Tools lift these lofty ideas into something tangible, real, doable and useable.

I woke up for a couple of nights in a row, drenched in sweat, heart pounding over some big fear dream.  The old me would say: it’s over, let’s get a shower and your heart will calm down momentarily.  Let’s just not think about it, it will go away.  This time I laid in bed letting myself have the fear, the pounding heart, the vulnerability, the not feeling in control.  I sat with it and breathed with it and when it was ready it moved on.  It came to re-visit me again in the next night, i did the same practice and again it moved on.

Every don’t want, shouldn’t be, I can’t, I won’t, this should not be happening, you can’t make me … all of them, I can let myself have all of it.  And why should I?  Because suffering is the only other option.

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“We wind up on the shores of our own subconscious and we are not sure what is real.”  ~ from the movie Inception

I viewed Inception for the first time this weekend.  What a fabulously brilliant, complex, multi-layered movie.  I could watch it again and again and come up with a new insight every time.  Here, I’m only going to speak to what seemed to me the most glaring, the most obvious point it was making.

“…building a dream based on memory is the easiest way to lose your grip on reality…”  That’s a direct quote from the movie.  Let’s change the wording slightly: building a life based on memory is the easiest way to lose your grip on reality.  How did you color that memory?  Was it a pleasant memory or a not so pleasant one?

Let’s take the movie for instance.  One character believes: I am a disappointment to my father.  Or is he?  Perhaps he is a source of pride to his father.  How will he know which is true?  He will know by the seeds he plants and waters, nurtures and visits often what will be true for him.

It’s the same for all of us.  The seeds of thought we plant in our minds, the ones we visit often, the ones we take to be real are the ones that will take root and appear to be very real.  They may become the seeds that ultimately define us.  Yet none of us ever wants to, in our heart of hearts, define ourselves by limitation.  Kahlil Gibran once said – “we are the sons and daughters of life’s longing itself”.   And I believe we are also the sons and daughters of a Love that can never fail us.

The main character in the movie is plagued by guilt.  In the end, he has circled the globe and now faces the man who holds his final and ultimate freedom.  Yet, ironically, the man who holds his true freedom is really … himself.  The redemption he has been seeking has always been within.

As St. Francis once said – “we are what we are seeking”.  The truth that’s been locked up, that some chose to forget, until now … is that we are always Love seeking to know and experience more of itself, more Love.  We are the flower always leaning into and naturally drawn toward the light.

In the end, what remains, what eternally remains is — Love.  Love is the pure oxygen sustaining us.  We only know love, we only know joyful pride, we only know beaming appreciation.  Perhaps everything else is the dream we are dreaming.

We are already that which we are seeking and when we wash up on those shores, the world is “too full to talk about.”

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