Archive for June, 2010

You suppose you are the trouble
But you are the cure
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it
It’s too bad that you want to be someone else
You don’t see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.

This poem came to me one morning, I had finished meditation and was making tea.  The crow appeared cawing.  I check my email and this word from Rumi.  I burst into tears.  Is it the beauty of the words that transport me? Or is it the way it applies to me?  And if so many in the world recognize themselves in this poem, how much sorrow we carry within ourselves unnecessarily?  Every time I read this, I feel like the Grinch, my heart becomes a size larger and I feel this surge of love for this mystic who is talking to me from 800 years ago.


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