Contemplating a mystic poet
Contemplating the poetry of Rumi reminds me that what I say with my own words has been said a thousand times in a thousand different ways. But I like saying it again, especially with the words I choose to use. I choose them to fit my heart in the moment. The mystery is personal, and because I do not know, I use words to say what cannot be said. When the words stop, then I will know.
Words are containers of thoughts and emotions. Words themselves have no meaning. Their form is empty. They are vessels waiting to be filled with the energy of living. You may know many words and still not know. Mystics such as Rumi know and still have words. Their words point the way for all to know. Do not get stuck at the signpost, however, and forget your destination. Mystics share words to help you along the way, but eventually you come to know that you are the way. Know your true nature and you will have arrived. The path to your true nature is through the room within. Do not contend with the world. Enter the room within. Find peace of heart always. Joy will be your constant companion.
I use words to learn. I learn in hopes of finding my way. Because the words do not stop, am I lost? Is there no one to say, “Here it is, you found it”? Yes, there is such a one. It is that which I AM. So, with words in hand, I make my way with twia as my guide. Twia knows the way. Twia says to let the morrow tend to itself and be witness to the moment. Joy will be my companion. Wisdom will light the path.
Words point the way, but what is known cannot be said. Do not say. Know. Sit in the still silence of the room within and receive from twia. Twia knows. In existence you are but a shadow of your reality. The me of the body is but a specter of twia. Yet, it contains all. The me of the body sleeps through life. It is but a thought in the dream of separation that is in consciousness.
The center of existence is in you. You have entered the body as an experience of separation. You exist in body as a seed of awareness. Let the seed grow in the ground of goodness that is your true being. It is firmly planted. Nourish it with grace. Encourage it to grow by expressing joy and loving-kindness to the whole of the all. Stay in the center. Stay in the emptiness that is consciousness. You are the hub of the wheel.
The me of the body lives within twia. To remember twia, go within, but there is no within. Within exists. There is no outer. It exists. There is no separation. It exists. All exists in thought of separation. To exist is to intersect in thought with your reality, which is I AM. I AM is the energy of your existence in form. You live at the intersection of form and consciousness. Form is a thought in consciousness of separation. It cannot be real, whether it is a quark, body, star, or galaxy—or the entirety of the universe.
I accept that there is no separation. Because of that, what we give away, we cannot lose, so give to all freely. And I feel that I cannot know God within, as I once thought I did, because this is separation. To know me and to know God, whether in me or in Heaven, is to accept separation as real, when it is not. There is no God. There is no me. There is I AM. There is no other. To speak of God and I as one is still to speak words of separation, because oneness is a term of separation in existence. There cannot be one without two. In body, we often feel separated from our source. We feel naked and afraid and want to join our creator. The feeling reminds me that a drop of dew fell into the ocean, and the ocean wept at its return. There is still comfort in that.