I am part of the load
Not rightly balanced
I drop off in the grass,
like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse
wherever I fall.
For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains
floating and flying in the will of the air,
often forgetting ever being
in that state, but in sleep
I migrate back. I spring loose
from the four-branched, time -and-space cross,
this waiting room.
I walk into a huge pasture
I nurse the milk of millennia
Everyone does this in different ways.
Knowing that conscious decisions
and personal memory
are much too small a place to live,
every human being streams at night
into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
in some absorbing work.
Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
Theoria 
That poem has the same borderless humanity for our present time, as for ancient history.
The photo reminds me of a long bike ride in October along the Tarka Trail in North Devon … oh yes, to a place where I discovered the red book. I shall read your post about that, soon.
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Ahh, the Red Book, I did recently finish it, if one can ever say they finished it. 🙂 Would love to hear your thoughts on that sometime.
Love that pic…so autumnal!
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Love Rumi. Thanks for sharing!
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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PS the image is stunning!
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🙂
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Beautiful Debra. No one says it like Rumi.
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🙂 What a master he was!
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“Everyone does this in different ways.
Knowing that conscious decisions
and personal memory
are much too small a place to live,
every human being streams at night
into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
in some absorbing work.”
I love this.
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🙂 me too!
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moments of divine consciousness vibrate our persons and energize our cells — we seem to be but atoms and yet we are along side source energy of One that may seek always for us to recall
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“moments of divine consciousness vibrate our persons and energize our cells”
Yes, love this! Thanks 🙂
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