There is a community of the spirit.
by Rumi
Last year, I admired wines. This,
I’m wandering inside the red world.
Last year, I gazed at the fire.
This year, I’m a burnt kabob.
Thirst drove me down to the water
where I drank the moon’s reflection.
Now I am a lion staring up totally
lost in love with the thing itself.
Don’t ask questions about longing.
Look into my face.
Soul drunk, body ruined, these two
sit helpless in a wrecked wagon.
Neither knows how to fix it.
And my heart, I would say it was more
like a donkey sunk in a mud hole,
struggling and miring deeper.
But listen to me: for one moment,
quit being sad. Hear blessings
dropping their blossoms
around you. God.
"Humankind is being led
along an evolving course,
through this migration
of intelligences
and though we seem
to be sleeping
there is an inner wakefulness,
that directs the dream
and that will eventually
startle us back
to the truth of
who we are"
Rumi (via sol-psych)
(Source: fernsandmoss, via sol-psych)
"When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy."
Rumi (via inwaterbewater)
(Source: deepbluebreath, via twobitguru)