There is a small, green island, Where one white cow lives alone…
Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207-1273)
I once gave a tape to a friend containing some of my readings from the poetry of Rumi, Kabir, Dadu, Tukarama, Hafiz, and several other great souls. After listening to this recording they said, “it was as if it is the same voice or person speaking through all these Masters of history” even though they are often separated by many centuries, great distances, and spoke many different languages. I pondered this for awhile and it struck me that she was indeed correct; there really is one voice speaking through all these devotees of Bhakti. Lovers of the Beloved all speak with the same “accent” of love. When we encounter outpourings of the heart of such magnitude, we really are hearing the Voice of the soul in it’s blissful communion with the Beloved, the Oversoul.
— James
Yesterday is gone and took away its tale.
Today we must live a fresh story again.- Rumi
Rumi
(1207 - 1273)
Sufi Mystic
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I just hope you do not rub me the wrong way lol
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
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