Farmers of the Heart

I love Rumi's words and the tree of life that results. Do that to which I'm devoted, spend time with those to whom I'm devoted and reap the heart rewards. Sums up this month with family beautifully.

From: Body Intelligence (by Rumi)

There are guides

who can show you the way.

Use them.

But they will not satisfy your longing.

Keep wanting the connection with presence

with all your pulsing energy.

The throbbing vein

will take you further

than any thinking.

Muhammed said, Do not theorize

about essence. All speculations

are just more layers of covering.

Human beings love coverings.

They think the designs on the curtains

are what is being concealed.

Observe the wonders as they occur around you.

Do not claim them. Feel the artistry

moving through, and be silent.

Rumi

Bouyancy

 I saw you and became empty.

This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,

it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,

existence thrives and creates more existence.

To praise is to praise

how one surrenders to the emptiness.

To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.

Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship.

So the sea-journey goes on, and who knows where?

Just to be held by the ocean is the best luck

we could have. It is a total waking-up.

Why should we grieve that we have been sleeping?

It does not matter how long we've been unconscious.

We are groggy, but let the guilt go.

Feel the motions of tenderness

around you, the bouyancy.

Rumi




I don't know why this poem by Rumi is just right for me today, but it is. Sometimes I feel that I've been sleeping, unconscious, and then experience that total waking up. Japan's upheaval had that effect on me. Bless them all. In his compassion, Rumi counsels not guilt about our sleeping but tenderness towards ourselves. 
 Bouyancy is a gift.