_There is no one
but you to turn to
Your love demands
nothing less than
my wounded heart
And my heart is filled
with nothing but your longings
Rumi
This will be my last post for the year. I want to thank you all for your company and support on the journey this year, and wish you peace and love for the holiday season. I hope to see you back here again in the new year. xox
_Only the inward voice heard in the chest does not fade.
Rumi
_You are the deep innerness of all things,
the last word that can be spoken.
To each of us you reveal yourselves differently,
to the ship as coastline , to the shore as ship.
Rumi
Crash the door and
enter the chamber
where all sweet
things are hidden.
How long can I
beg and bargain
for the things of this world
while love is waiting.
How long before
I can rise beyond
how I am and
what I am.
Rumi
When you lose all sense of self
the bonds of a thousands chains will vanish
Loose yourself completely, return to the
root of the root of your own soul.
Rumi
Only the soul knows
what love is.
This moment in time and space
is an eggshell
with an embryo crumpled inside,
soaked in spirit yolk,
under the wing of grace,
until it breaks free of mind
to become the song of birds
and their breathing.
Rumi
The work is always inside you.
This knot does not get untied
by listening to the stories of other people.
The well inside your house is better water
than the river that runs through town.
Rumi
When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt,
pain itself will crack the rock and Ah!!!
let the SOUL emerge.
Rumi
I was going to tell you my story
but waves of pain drowned my voice.
I tried to utter a word but my thoughts
became fragile and shattered like glass.
Even the largest ship can capsize
in the stormy sea of love,
let alone my feeble boat
which shattered to pieces leaving me nothing
but a strip of wood to hold on to.
Small and helpless, rising to heaven
on one wave of love and falling with the next
I don't even know if I am or I am not.
When I think I am, I find myself worthless,
when I think I am not, I find my value.
Like my thoughts, I die and rise again each day
so how can I doubt the resurrection?
Tired of hunting for love in this world,
at last I surrender in the valley of love
and become free.
Rumi
You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the ocean and its turbulent flood.
Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance.
Be with me,
I will open the gate to your love.
Rumi
