Monday, July 11, 2005

cup of soul

So far and high did my heart's bird fly

That worlds upon worlds opened secrets up.

So many ways she encompassed the sky

That world and beyond are a drop in her cup.

#817: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi

Search words: continue, persevere, move, fly

What an infinity of possibilities are portrayed in Rumi's verse today! I've recovered from illness, getting ready for a new start, hopeful, eager, enthusiastic to begin. I feel like flying on Rumi's wing, surveying this and that landscape. Entering this and that world, this and that heaven and earth. My own heart follows his lead and opens up, wanting to fly to new places, new dreams, new realities. And fly I mean to do.

I'll also hold that image of a cup, like a Holy Grail. A simple container that holds it all and gathers the dew drops of the soul. Life is beautiful if you let it be.


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