Inspired by ocean-walking dreams, of the surface of the waves and the surface of the bottom; watching dolphins and seals yesterday, I couldn’t think of a better time to share this.
A man is wandering the marketplace at noon with a candle
in his hand, totally ecstatic. “Hey,” calls the shopkeeper, “is this a joke? Who are you
“Someone breathing Huuu, the divine breath.” “Well, there are plenty of those to choose from.”
“But I want one who can be in anger and desire and still a true human being
in the same moment.” “A rare thing! But maybe you’re searching among branches for what
appears only in the roots.” There is a river that turns these millstongs. Human will is an illusion.
Those who are proud of the deciding and carrying out decisions are the rawest of
the raw! Watch the thought-kettles boiling, then look down at the first.
God said to Job, “ You value your patience well. Consider now that I gave you that
patience.” Don’t be absorbed with the waterwheel’s motion. Turn your head and gaze
at the river. You say, “But, I’m looking there already.” There are several signs in eyes
that see all the way to the ocean. Bewilderment is one. Those who study the foam and
flotsam near the edge have purposes, and they’ll explain them at length. Those who
look out to the sea become the sea, and they can’t speak about that. On the beach there’s
desire-singing and rage-ranting, the elaborate language-dance of personality, but in the waves
and underneath there’s no
volition, no hypocrisy, just love forming and unfolding. ~Rumi