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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

(Rumi)

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“I went inside my heart

to see how it was.

Something there makes

me hear the whole

world weeping.“

RUMI

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The beauty itself is a

screen

to shield and partially

reveal

the light that’s blazing

inside your presence.

Rumi

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Don”t always be waiting to

see

what’s behind it. That wait

and see

poisons your spirit.

Reach for it.

Hold your meanness to your

chest

as a healing root

and be free with waiting.

Rumi

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Inside water, a waterwheel turns.

A star circulates with the moon.

We live in the night ocean wondering,

What are these lights?

Rumi

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This moment this love comes to rest in me,

many things in one being.

In one wheat grain a thousand sheaf stacks.

inside the needle’s eye a turning night of stars.

Rumi

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What hurts you, blesses you.

Darkness is your candle.

Your boundaries are your quest.

Rumi

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Dance, when you’re broken open.

Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.

Dance in the middle of the fighting.

Dance in your blood.

Dance when you’re perfectly free.

(Rumi )

(“Dance of soul“, photo by Ahmad Odeh)

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This being human is a guest house

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

Some monetary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture,

still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

Rumi

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I was sleeping, and being comforted

by a cool breeze, when suddenly a gray dove

from the thicket sang and sobbed with longing,

and reminded me of my own passion.

I had been away from my own soul so long,

So late-sleeping, but that dove’s crying

woke me and made me cry. Praise

to all early-waking grievers!

(Adi-al-Riga)

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Sometimes life seems

so finely

balanced

that the slightest

breath of air will

send all into madness.

Security does not exist

for everything changes

and all must die.

One must walk with grace

for soon the dance is over

with no curtain calls

to be had.

Balance of Life — Source of Inspiration

Whoever, in devotion, offers Me a

gift, whether it be a flower, a fruit

or water, I accept it as coming from

one who has a pure heart.

The Bhagavad Gita

Orchid Spring Bloom 2021, Eddie’s Garden Photos Thank you everyone for your patience!

Pure Heart — Eddie Two Hawks