I see the face
that was my home.
My loving says, I will let go
of everything for that.
My soul begins to keep rhythm
as if music is playing.
My reason says, What do you call
this cypress-energy that straightens
what was bent double?
All things change in this presence.
Armenians and Turks no longer know
which is which.
Soul keeps unfolding inward.
The body leaves the body.
A wealth you cannot imagine
flows through you.
Do not consider what strangers say.
Be secluded in your secret heart-house,
that bowl of silence.
Talking, no matter how humble-seeming,
is really a kind of bragging.
Let silence be the art
you practice.
Rumi (1207-1273)
Trans. Coleman Barks
And then this piece - from a book lent to me by a friend ...
"To know God as the wholeness
of love is to enter into oneness at the heart of all life. That is why prayer
and contemplation are essential for the next stage of evolution. Without the
eye of the heart or the inner space to welcome the new ways love shows itself
in others, we cannot love toward greater unity …"
Ilia Delio, The Unbearable Wholeness of Being: God,
Evolution and the Power of Love, p.112-113.
Wherever and whoever you are, whatever your circumstances:
Peace be with you.
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