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. Surrender.
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.
Different thoughts come to my mind prompted by these words of Rumi.
One says simply: Give up the worrying chatter of the week and take some rest in silence this weekend. Another says: Words are just inadequate to say what things or people mean to you. A third says: Your heart knows better than your thinking mind. Let go and follow it.
What do they say to you?
Inside me a hundred beings are putting their fingers to their lips and saying,