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We all could feel a little more, we all could do with a bit more empathy, mystery, and adventure.
Your card has a number. Share with us which card you received, and where you live. How about few words of your own that capture how reading those lines makes you feel?
We all could feel a little more, we all could do with a bit more empathy, mystery, and adventure.
Challenge: Share the bit of poem you received. Or, copy the lines yourself, and leave it for someone to find. Take a photo the spot where your leave it for the next Wiggler to find, and share it with us here.
Below is the poem in its entirety:
Be Lost in the Call ---J. Rumi
ReplyDeleteLord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.
Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
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"Love is a Stranger", Kabir Helminski
Threshold Books, 1993