Life is either too dry, too wet, too fast or too boring

Life is either too dry, too wet, too fast or too boring.  How often does a soul feel the contentment every moment provides, or better put, is capable of?  We may as well ride into the sunset seeking for some magical mystical answer that will turn our life around.

What brings forward the fruit and bread of life is the recognition of every moment and what we do, how we think and perform and acquit ourselves therein.  It is a journey that begins and meanders towards many mountains, and so few believe themselves capable of scaling such a peak, yet nothing could be further from the truth.

The world of illusion is woven together with the thread of limitation.  It is not that it is so strong—limitation, that is.  It is just the acceptance that is strong.  Where would we be, the race of humanity, without the handful of brave souls that forded the river and crossed the ocean of limitation?  I believe we would be where most everyone is, lost, clinging and rife with blame and irresponsibility.

So where does that leave us, my beloveds?  It leaves us with the eyeglass that focuses within and brings into clarity and understanding the concept that is the Christ, the soul, the still, small voice.  The world will provide you no respite when you become the spelunker of your own inner world, you know this.  Your small mind will kick and scream and convince you of weakness and indecision.

Shams used to say to me, “Life and its tribulation, in all of its drama is not so big as you would have it be.”  And that is where the big picture comes in.  What is your big picture?  Is it your career?  Is it wealth?  Or is it God?  God, come into my life in every breath, every thought, every action.  I used to say that, I still do.  Why don’t you try it?
Rumi