Monday, January 16, 2006

embracing the moon

Delicate moon, who ripens the harvest of life,

At my little window you show your face.

My garden of life, bright light of my eyes,

When will I hold your light in my embrace?

#1424: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi

What a gentle longing is expressed here today in Rumi's verse! The harvest of life is surely life's fulfillment, directed by our moon fancies. And death is the final curtain on that, the final rounding out. No wonder that Rumi saw his own death as a consummation, a sacred wedding. What a bright and joyful view to hold on death!

There is nothing much happening in my life at present. Both my son and I have succumbed to boredom. I think this is a reaction to the stress and excitement of his trip to Hawaii. It's good to get back to normal but it's kinda dreary too. We need new dreams now, new aspirations and challenges. What's possible is just beginning to coalesce out of the miriad forms of the imaginable.

There has been a light rain overnight, lighting up the spiderwebs with tiny droplets like mini Xmas lights. The solitary pink hibiscus flower, so splendidly open yesterday, is drooping now, weighed down by the dark and the wet. A handful of buds are just waiting in the wings, awaiting their turn to display. Thus do we each have our turn to blossom on life's stage.

I would like to be a gardener who sows seeds of joy and light, who scatters sweet sentiments to soften life's sufferings. Not so as to forget that we all shall die but to embrace this death as the ultimate gift of life.

When the moon takes hold, it's so very hard to just get on with one's day.


At Tuesday, 17 January, 2006, Blogger Bob Hoeppner said...

>What's possible is just beginning to coalesce out of the miriad forms of the imaginable.

That's a great line. And the rest of the description is very good. After you're done with Rumi, perhaps you should write your own!

At Tuesday, 17 January, 2006, Blogger Arizona said...

Thanks, Bob. You're a treasure.


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