A poem.

Do not grieve over past joys,
be sure they will reappear in another form.
A child’s joy is in milk and nursing,
but once weaned, it finds new joy in bread and honey.
Joy appears in many different forms
It moves from place to place.
It may suddenly show in the falling rain.
Or in the rose bed; it comes now as water,
Now as beauty, or as nourishing bread.
But suddenly it may show its face
From behind the veil and destroy all idols
That prevent you from seeking the divine.
In sleep when the soul leaves the body
You may dream of yourself as a tall cypress
Or as a beautiful rose, but be
Warned my friend,
All these phantoms dissolve into thin air
Once the soul returns to the body.
Do not rely on anything but your heart.

Jalaluddin Rumi: Rumi’s Little Book of Life

In the course of our life, we are engaged in an inner journey. Rumi’s Little Book of Life is a guide book for that journey. The poems are an inspiration for those who are seekers and wish to explore the gardens within and out of the every day world of the dust, and this awakens our heart, where the Goddess and our pristine soul reside. As Hindus our soul never wanders and it is only our conscious awareness, through which we worship the divine.

Aim Hrim Klim

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