i find that when I remember that we all share the same breaths air, and that i have not always thought what I do today, and i certainly have no idea of certainty what i may on another day --------- i say thank you to you who share this with me. Blessings my friends. Many years! Rumi’s Ramadan Poem O moon-faced Beloved, the month of Ramadan has arrived. Cover the table and open the path of praise. O fickle busybody, it’s time to change your ways. Can you see the one who’s selling the halvah how long will it be the halvah you desire? Just a glimpse of the halvah-maker has made you so sweet even honey says, “I’ll put myself beneath your feet, like soil; I’ll worship at your shrine.” Your chick frets within the egg with all your eating and choking. Break out of your shell that your wings may grow. Let yourself fly. The lips of the Master are parched from calling the Beloved. The sound of your call resounds through the horn of your empty belly. Let nothing be inside of you. Be empty: give your lips to the lips of the reed. When like a reed you fill with His breath, then you’ll taste sweetness. Sweetness is hidden in the Breath that fills the reed. Be like Mary – by that sweet breath a child grew within her. - Rumi
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 01:22:20 +0000
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