Saturday, April 3, 2010

You're Song

You're song,
a wished for song.

Go through the ear to the center
where sky is, where wind,
where silent knowing.

Put seeds and cover them.
Blades will sprout
where you do your work.

The Essential Rumi, by Coleman Barks

Rumi reminds us to go to the silent place. This can literally be to the places in the world--the temples, the wilderness, a secret place in the garden--where silence prevails; but more importantly, and much more convenient, that silent place within. It is in this silence where we can hear our own uniqueness as a song sung by the Beloved into the Great Musical of Becoming of which everyone is performing. If we don't go to that silent place then we are acting out of the cacophony of the shoulds and fears of the world and all our programing.

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