Attending to Attar, Day 44
Happiness is a poor friend of joy. It seeks crumbs along the road. It seldom is content. It knows sorrow. Happiness and sorrow come and go, often together. You toil for happiness. You struggle to free it from sorrow. Sorrow finds its way into every heart. It survives on fear. Many pray for happiness. Many seek its comfort. It is a poor friend, indeed. It lingers for a while then trots off. It is not the salve to soothe a broken heart. “Where then,” you cry out, “lies true contentment?”
When fear leaves the soul, then you will know joy. Joy is your true contentment. You will not know joy until you enter the room-within. To go within is to love without fear. You are a mote in light’s beam. You can never grasp the sun. You drift about, lost on the shifting currents of desire. As long as you are the me of the body in mind, you remain ignorant of the light that embraces you. You are not the mote. You are the sun itself. Dart about all you want as a mote, but in time you will remember that you are the radiance of the beam that holds you.
Stop wrestling with the beam and remember that you are the energy of its existence. You are not powerless. The light you seek is the energy of your own being. You are the light. Release your desire for happiness amidst the sorrows of the world. Be the joy that is your true nature. You are the one. There is no other.
