Guest guest Posted August 29, 2002 Report Share Posted August 29, 2002 Dear friends, Rumi Is. Teachers and gurus and beloveds are ever-present instructing silently and Loving us so deeply and so incredibly tenderly. We are so very blessed. Grace. Gee whiz. You and I have spoken all these words, but as for the way we have to go, words are no preparation. There is no getting ready, other than grace. My faults have stayed hidden. One might call that a preparation! I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean. There are so many threats to it. Inside each of us, there's continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water. A crow sits in the blackened limbs and talks about what's gone. Then your generosity returns: spring, moisture, intelligence, the scent of hyacinth and rose and cypress. Joseph is back! And if you don't feel in yourself the freshness of Joseph, be Jacob! Weep and then smile. Don't pretend to know something you haven't experienced. There's a necessary dying, and then Jesus is breathing again. Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. You've been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender. ~Rumi LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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