It's been a long time since I ready any poetry. To long. I just found this. Rumi never fails.
The Road Home
by Rumi
An ant hurries along a threshing floor with its wheat grain,
moving between huge stacks
of wheat, not knowing the abundance all around. It thinks its
one grain is all there is to
love. So we choose a tiny seed to be devoted to. This body,
one path or one teacher. Look
wider and farther. The essence of every human being can see,
and what that essence-eye takes
in, the being becomes. Saturn. Solomon! The ocean pours
through a jar, and you might say it
swims inside the fish! This mystery gives peace to your
longing and makes the road home home.
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3 comments:
So glad you're back!
And YES. That poem is exactly YES. It's why it's so hard to pin me down to one thought process when I see the love and benefit of so many.
(psst turn off word verification!)
A master of the imagery. Glorious--the ocean INSIDE the fish.
Rumi is always a good choice, indeed. Thanks for posting. Especially fond of "makes the road home home."
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