Rumi's Oracle today

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Beloved Friends,

 

i open up the Mathnawi anywhere, and that is what Beloved One wants me to

contemplate this day, that day, anyday, day or night, night or day, always

this turning, turning and spinning inward ever deeper into Love's

Mystery...Rumi says it like this for Us:

 

Dying, Laughing

 

A lover was telling his beloved

how much he loved her, how faithful

he had been, how self-sacrificing, getting up

at dawn every morning, fasting, giving up

wealth and strength and fame,

all for her.

 

There was a fire in him.

He didn't know where it came from,

but it made him weep and melt like a candle.

 

"You've done well," she said, "but listen to me.

All this decor of love, the branches

and leaves and blossoms. You must live

at the root to be a true lover."

"Where is that!

Tell me!"

"You've done the outward acts,

but you haven't died. You must die."

 

When he heard that, he lay back on the ground

laughing, and died. He opened like a rose

that drops to the ground and died laughing.

 

That laughter was his freedom,

and his gift to the eternal.

 

As moonlight shines back at the sun,

he heard the call to come home, and went.

 

When light returns to its source,

it takes nothing

of what is illuminated.

 

It may have shone on a garbage dump, or a garden,

or in the center of a human eye. No matter.

 

It goes, and when it does,

the open plain becomes passionately desolate,

wanting it back.

 

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Beloved One, how i Love You, how i Know You, how Beautiful is the Beloved

One Who does all of this with Us and these Hearts so open and willing to die

for Love alone. May all sentient beings Know Such Love, That which they Are.

 

Love,

Mazie

 

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