Ruminating with Rumi
The flowing of the river to the sea is a natural course carved in the land. The ground gives way to the water’s quest to go home. The flowing follows the contours laid before it. Trickles beginning on snow-capped peaks, waters gathering in stream beds, cascades roaring down canyons, and slow meanderings through valleys and estuaries all lead to the sea. The sea embraces its wandering children returning home.
You are the wanderer. Wanting to escape, you try every path. From what are you fleeing? The prison of your soul in form. You are seeking a way back to your true nature. You came into existence in a way that you cannot comprehend. Your existence is a world of pleasure and pain, happiness and sorrow. Caught up in the body you struggle to survive and suffer in your efforts. You know to surrender to a way not of this world but cannot. You are attached to the ways of the world. Your desires are many. Expectations abound. If only life could be this way and not that. You judge the past and hope for a better future. You have goals and ambitions. You enjoy admiration, attention, and acceptance. You wish to love and be loved, but fear love’s loss and hurt. How long can you live on the edge of such oblivion before giving way to your true nature? Be at home in the room within. Its path is the way. Cease wandering. Sit in the still silence. Remember that which I AM. You are the one reality. You are I AM.
You are the whole of the all. When separation sets in, do not cling to this and that. Observe the illusion without accepting it as real. You are the observer who is watching the ways of the world. They are not your path. You may look like a body with a personality, but you are its witness from within. You are that which I AM. There is no other.