An inner place of patience

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When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of stress and anxiety;

if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without pain.

From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me.

There is a great secret here for anyone who can grasp it.

Rumi

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Non duality

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Look at love – how it tangles
with the one fallen in love

look at spirit – how it fuses with earth
giving it new life.

Why are you so busy with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend

why talk about all the known and the unknown
see how the unknown merges into the known

why think separately of this life and the next
when one is born from the last

look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs

look at water and fire, earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once

the wolf and the lamb, the lion and the deer
far away yet together

look at the unity of this
spring and winter, manifested in the equinox

you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me

be like sugarcane, sweet yet silent
don’t get mixed up with bitter words

my beloved grows right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be.

Rumi, Look at Love

Necessary dying

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There’s a necessary dying…Be ground.
Be crumbled so wildflowers will come up where you are.
You’ve been stony too many years. Try something different.
Surrender.
                                                                    
Rumi

Waiting

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In the Islamic tradition,  during Ramadam,  there is a special night called the Night of Power, when angels are said to descend to earth, bringing peace. It is not known which night it is exactly, so the only attitude to have is one of waiting and watching. This is true for Advent also, but it even applies not just to special seasons but to the mystery in every moment:

God,
just like the Night of Power,
is hidden amidst the other nights
So that the soul
will go on seeking every night.

Oh young one,
not every night is the Night of Power
And yet,
not every night
is bereft of the Night of Power

Rumi

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