Jul 162012
 

by Rumi

     A story is like water
     that you heat for your bath.

     It takes messages between the fire
     and your skin. It lets them meet,
     and it cleans you!

     Very few can sit down
     in the middle of the fire itself
     like a salamander or Abraham.
     We need intermediaries.

     A feeling of fullness comes,
     but usually it takes some bread
     to bring it.

     Beauty surrounds us,
     but usually we need to be walking
     in a garden to know it.

     The body itself is a screen
     to shield and partially reveal
     the light that’s blazing inside your presence.

     Water, stories, the body,
     all the things we do, are mediums
     that hide and show what’s hidden.

     Study them,
     and enjoy this being washed
     with a secret we sometimes know,
     and then not.

I’ve read this poem about 10 times in the last day or so, and I take something different with me each time I read it. So, I think I’ll resist the temptation to filter it through my various responses, and let the Spirit do with it as she will.

Peace.

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