Be helpless, dumbfounded
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
to gather us up.
We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.
If we say we can, we're lying.
If we say No, we don't see it,
that No will behead us
And shut tight our window onto spirit.
So let us rather not be sure of anything,
Beside ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
We shall be saying finally,
With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
We shall be a mighty kindness.
...the sun doesn't always rise in crimson. The wind doesn't always blow from the south. The rains don't always fall on the plains. And the song bird sometimes loses its song.
And so must you allow for your own rhythms in time.
Always in love -
and gratitude to andrea for the rumi wisdom