Today is a travel day as I return from Berkeley CA to Victoria BC. Not a great distance as the crow flies (not sure whether they are migratory birds), but a marked shift from a week of intensive study of diverse faith practices (see previous four posts) to more familiar duties and activities back home. The poetry of Rumi, the sage of ancient Persia, popped up repeatedly these last days and the lines below are his — without translator’s or publisher’s citation, for which I apologize.
May these words serve as expressions of thanks to my Californian hosts Diane and Bruce for their impeccable generosity, to teachers past and present, and to beings everywhere.
If you could only see your beauty
for you are greater than the sun.
A basketful of bread sits on your head
but you beg for crusts from door to door.
image: © 2008 J R Crompton