Ruminating with Rumi
One day, while looking for pleasure and happiness, I went within for a brief spell. Twia was there. We got to talking. I forgot to continue my journey.
“Come out,” cried my desires.
“I cannot,” I called back to them.
“We need you now, or we will die. You are the host that we feed on.”
“Feed on me no more. You have taken my flesh. My bones have decayed. Yet, that which I AM lives on. I am free now. A new path opens before me. Goodbye!”
“Goodbye.”
Broken and wounded I came to the door, where a voice without question bade me to enter. There appeared an angel whose radiance was beyond compare. “This is you,” said the voice. “You came with nothing but imagination and despair, when your true nature was here all along awaiting your return. You are the one returning home from worldly travels. I am that which you struggled to find. Do you remember me now. I am you. You are that which I AM. Enter now without desire. There is no place here for expectations and separation. Distance cannot exist in joy. Without distance, there is no place—no room with doors, walls, and windows. The room within is love without fear. This is joy. Let joy mend your brokenness. Let joy tend to your wounds.”