Your own myth

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others.

your own myth, without complicated explanation,

so everyone will understand the passage,
we have opened you.

Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy and tired.

Then comes a moment
of feeling the wings you’ve grown,


The Source is full

Everything you see has its roots
    in the unseen world.
The forms may change,
    yet the essence remains the same.

Every wondrous sight will vanish,
every sweet word will fade.
    But do not be disheartened,
The Source they come from is eternal–
growing, branching out,
    giving new life and new joy.

Why do you weep?–
That Source is within you,
and this whole world
    is springing up from it.

The Source is full,
its waters are ever-flowing;
    Do not grieve,
    drink your fill!
Don’t think it will ever run dry —
This is the endless Ocean!

Rumi, A Garden beyond Paradise


Inside each of us, there’s continual autumn.
Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water…..
There’s a necessary dying,
and then Jesus is breathing again.
Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers
will come up where you are.
You’ve been stony for too many years.
Try something different.

Rumi, A Necessary Autumn inside Each

The tangle of fear thinking

Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say, ‘Be more silent.’

Your old life was a frantic running from silence.

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.

Dwell in silence.

Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.


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Sometimes we can feel lost or overwhelmed and we do not have the words to express what is going on.  Maybe it is precisely then that the angels or miraculous beings will run to help us

Be helpless, dumbfounded,
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
To gather us up.

We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty
If we say we can, we’re lying.
If we say No, we don’t see it,
That No will behead us
And shut tight our window onto spirit.

So let us rather not be sure of anything,
Besides ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
We shall be saying finally,
With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
We shall be a mighty kindness.

Rumi,  Zero Circle

See your own strength

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Oh soul, you worry too much.

You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less, why do you worry?

You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

photo Virginia state parks staff