+ Ninth Day of Christmas + How about some Rumi wisdom? >
How will you know the difficulties
of being human, if you're always
flying off to blue perfection?
Where will you plant your grief seeds?
Workers need ground to scrape and hoe,
not the sky of unspecified desire.
Love is the way messengers
How will you know the difficulties
of being human, if you're always
flying off to blue perfection?
Where will you plant your grief seeds?
Workers need ground to scrape and hoe,
not the sky of unspecified desire.
Love is the way messengers
from the mystery tell us things.
Love is the mother.
We are her children.
She shines inside us,
visible-invisible, as we trust
or lose trust, or feel it start to grow again.
Source: THE SOUL OF RUMI: Translations by Coleman Barks, pages 32-33
+ It's a Feast Day (of course) > http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Basil_the_Great
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