Soon I’ll be posting about the learning centers in Cushnie (AUS) and Arizona (USA) – both have just held events. And I’ll be posting one of my favorite vegan kale recipes, as soon as I can get a good picture! I’ve got plans to tell you about some fascinating books on nature, and I’ll start a series called “People in their Passion.” (I’m loving writing this blog!)
While I get those pieces together – although I know poetry doesn’t appeal to everyone! – I will leave you with Rumi.
A dragon was pulling a bear into its terrible mouth.
A courageous man went and rescued the bear.
There are such helpers in the world,
who rush to save
anyone who cries out. Like Mercy itself,
they run toward the screaming.
And they can’t be bought off.
If you were to ask one of those, “Why did you come
so quickly?” He or she would say, “Because I heard
Where lowland is,
that’s where water goes. All medicine wants
is pain to cure.
And don’t just ask for one mercy.
Let them flood in. Let the sky open under your feet.
Take the cotton out of your ears, the cotton
of consolations, so you can hear the sphere-music. . . .
Give your weakness
to One Who Helps.
Crying out loud and weeping are great resources.
A nursing mother, all she does
is wait to hear her child.
Just a little beginning-whimper,
and she’s there.
God created the child, that is, your wanting,
so that it might cry out, so that milk might come.
Cry out! Don’t be stolid and silent
with your pain. Lament! And let the milk
of Loving flow into you.
The hard rain and wind
are ways the cloud has
to take care of us.
Respond to every call
that excites your spirit.
Ignore those that make you fearful
and sad, that degrade you
back toward disease and death.
— Jelaluddin Rumi in Mathnawi II,
translated by Coleman Barks
(Rumi was a poet in 13th-century Persia. His works are considered by some to be among the greatest mystical poetry.)