Ruminating with Rumi
There is a treasure buried in the ground of your goodness, a treasure that supplies all. It has no end. You are rooted in this treasure. You spring from its bounty. You grow on its vine. Remove yourself from the world. It does not nourish. It sucks you dry. It feeds you dust. You may set off in one direction only to find yourself going in another. The world does not know the way. The way of the world is ignorance and fear. It leaves you lost and confused. Enter the room within. Herein lies your treasure. You are nearer to it than you know. It will not elude you in darkness. It glints and sparkles in the depths of your despair, awaiting your return. Join it in the light. Listen to the voice that speaks in silence. No words are necessary. In that silence is the voice of your true nature. You are not alone. The voice brings you comfort. It reveals joy. It knows the way. You are not lost. Joy blankets you in wisdom. You are wise in your ways. Your roots draw nourishment from the ground of goodness in which you are well planted. That ground holds your true nature. You are the kingdom within. Grow like a mustard seed into a tree where birds can nest. Be present in all that you are and do. This is the way of the path.