Rumi, Persian poet (1207- 1273)
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!
Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls,
that we should remain in being beside thee?
We and our existences are really non-existence;
thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.
We all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen:
may that which is unseen not fail from us!
Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift;
our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
I love this passage,
” We all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen:
may that which is unseen not fail from us!”
The way I view those words is let everyone plan, dream, move around for God is our Captain. Do not lose contact with your soul for the rush will become a stampede and people will get injured. Have the body listen to the Soul.
Magical is the world, when we are the world we are magical.
Listen to the wind unseen and become the higher energy through the earth that we belong to.
Respect the earth and its creatures and receive what we share
by the sound of magic.
It’s not magic that gives us the power to create the world…it’s magic that gives us the power to be the world, creation in all it’s aspects of divine love.
When we are from the earth and connect us with the divine then the flow is bringing us the ocean.
When we are lions its yes better to hear, be the unseen so that it may not fail from us.
Thank you Paulo for sharing Rumi’s wisdom…
We all are magical and exist by non-existence…when shall all the flutes sing like the wind?
With love
Hildegarde
xxx
the absoluteness of Love..the divine music, and the echo of our Hearts..
Love that makes all the perishable immortal..
Love and Graditude
Annie