I am indulging in Rumi.
I borrowed this book from a friend in the beginning of the year … and have read scraps of it from time to time, picking it up and losing myself briefly in the depths of a beautifully worded phrase. Words from the thirteenth century.
I have to return it soon. I will miss Rumi.
Open the book anywhere. Today this is what I found:
We began as a mineral.
We emerged into plant life and into the animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.
That’s how a young person turns towards a teacher.
That’s how a baby leans toward the breast, without knowing the secret of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,
and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.
…”The Essential Rumi”, translated by Coleman Barks, pub 1995 Harper Collins