Every war and every conflict between human beings has happened because of some disagreement about names.
It is such an unnecessary foolishness,because just beyond the arguing there is a long table of companionship
set and waiting for us to sit down.
What is praised is one, so the praise is one too,
many jugs being poured into a huge basin.
All religions, all this singing, one song.
The differences are just illusion and vanity.
Sunlight looks a little different on this wall
than it does on that wall
and a lot different on this other one,but it is still one light.
We have borrowed these clothes,these time-and-space personalities,from a light, and when we praise,we are pouring them back in.
“By Rumi on Religion”
T H E M U S I C
For sixty years I have been forgetful,
every moment, but not for a second
has this flowing toward me slowed or stopped.
I deserve nothing. Today I recognize
that I am the guest the mystics talk about.
I play this living music for my host.
Everything today is for the host.
draws you towards union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog
for its master.
That whining is the connection.
There are love dogs
no one knows the names of.
Give your life to be one of them.
There is only so long you can ignore a throbbing, bleeding vein. You’ve got to stop the flow. Unable to find an obvious cure, you begin to see the cure within the pain.
How? Well that’s absolutely relative. For me, the pain shows me how everyone in the world has their own aches and pains. Sorrows and griefs. Sources of absolute misery. And we all have to brave through it. There is no escaping it. No running away. Sometimes, you’ve just got to stand up and face the music.
Sometimes, your grief may create a connection so unique, so strong, you’d be totally caught of guard. And when it does, it never leaves you the same way as it found you.
Y O U A R E N O T Y O U R E Y E S Those who have reached their arms into emptiness are no longer concerned with lies and truth, with mind and soul, or which side of the bed they rose from. If you are still struggling to understand, you are not there. You offer your soul to one who says, “Take it to the other side.” You’re on neither side, yet those who love you see you on one side or the other. You say Illa, “only God,” then your hungry eyes see you’re in “nothing,” La. You’re an artist who paints both with existence and non. Shams could help you see who you are, but remember, You are not your eyes.
S P I R I T A N D B O DY
Don’t feed both sides of yourself equally.
The spirit and the body carry different loads
and require different attentions.
we put saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey
run loose in the pasture.
Don’t make the body do
what the spirit does best, and don’t put a big load
on the spirit that the body could easily carry.