At dawn, the moon appeared and swooped down from the sky to take a look at me. Like a falcon hunting up a meal, the moon grabbed me and away we went! I looked for my self, but my self was gone: in the moon, by grace, my body had become like soul. Luminous, I journeyed on as soul, but all I saw was that moon-- until the mystery of Self and self was completely clear. Nine types of heaven, nine vibrations, all mingled in that moon; and the boundaries of my being disappeared in the sea. Waves broke. Awareness rose again and sent out a voice. It always happens like this. Sea turns on itself and foams: with every foaming bit another body, another being takes form. And when the sea sends word, each foaming body melts immediately back to ocean breath. Thanks to my beloved friend Shams l Haqq, Sun of Truth! Without his strength, I couldnt see the moon, I couldnt become the sea. Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 19:21:56 +0000
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