Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart. –Rumi
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it. –Rumi
I’m jealous of Rumi, you know. Such delicious words, slicing through to the very heart of things, letting life ring. A clear bell of a voice – his words are not holders of knowledge, but windows to the very heart of reality. They open me.
I want to find such words in me.
I really don’t think it is so much that I want to be seen as Rumi-isk by others, or even by myself – I just long for the window that such words provide and want to be that window. Yet, isn’t that too low an aspiration? Shouldn’t I want to be the breeze that flows through that window and touches Your very face? The vehicle is so beautiful – the trip is such a wonder – that I forget the destination. And You are that destination.
At least my preoccupation with all this beauty is a hint at the deeper, wilder, greater beauty that is You. If I can remember that, I can believe that I do really love You with all my heart. How could I not? Who could do anything but love in the presence of such beauty? In the presence of the source love, itself? In the presence of the very heart, the inception, of truth?
Suddenly truth, beauty, love are one. Not separate facets, not different aspects, not three – but one. That is the trinity – they are one. Only one. Fully one. And the one could not be less than all or it would not be the one that is.
A hint of understanding
On the very tip of my mind
Engulfs my feeble heart.
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