Do not struggle so. Remember there is a river, and it is called
life. Some drown, some swim, very few
walk upon, and fewer still become. It is
necessary to peel away the bark that one might achieve the heartwood. In a very real sense we die from this
process. But we are born again and
anew. Few tasks at their inception are
of ease. But once one learns the
parameters, the ins and outs, such a task becomes rote.
Beloved, you are learning to let go of the
glue that connects and imprisons you to the past. Oh, we know it isn't easy. If you cannot conquer what came
before, how can you embrace that which will be?
It is all so intense, but it needs to be. You would not relinquish your ties unless you
were reminded that each must be cut and set free, and in so doing so are
you.
I delight in your commitment and I
have a poem for you:When I touch your face
A thousand stars, sands of heaven,
Befriend me.
And your breathing becomes the water of my tears.
Am I separate?
Between wanting is the God that is giving.
And I peer into your prayer,
My face the celestial sun,
And what remains longs for your embrace.
So small yet so needy.
And all I can do
Is taste the smile
On your lips,
So sweet.
Jelaluddin
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