Good and bad

Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings.–Rumi (Shams of Tabriz)

The springtime of Lovers has come,
that this dust bowl may become a garden;
the proclamation of heaven has come,
that the bird of the soul may rise in flight.

The sea becomes full of pearls,
the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar,
the stone becomes a ruby from the mine,
the body becomes wholly soul. -rumi

There is no Love greater than Love with no object.
For then you, yourself, have become love itself.
Rumi

How should spring bring forth a garden on hard stone? Become earth, you may grow flowers of many colors. For you have been a heart-breaking rock. Once, for the sake of experiment, be earth!

Good and bad
Good and bad are mixed. If you don’t have both,
you don’t belong with us.


We are
We are pain and what cures pain both.


Only Love
Only Love and the lover
can resurrect beyond time.

It is
It is Love that holds everything together.

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