We are
sailors, captains all, and we drift pointing our vessels towards the sun,
negotiating the moods that are waves, and the depths of the waters that appear
dark and uncertain. It is the rising sun
we follow, it is this rising sun that you feel in your breast, you feel it in
your gut; it is radiating throughout your life.
It is a
texture. We are the finger, the hand,
the needle, the wool, the plan, the choice, the effort and energy. We are weavers, and when there comes a break,
a tear in life, we must return and set it right. It gets done only if we do it.
Your
patience has given the lord of time the opportunity to bring the fragments of
your dreams together that they might be woven into the tapestry that is
reality. Do not tear such committed
works through worry and fear. You have
worked much too hard to suffer the tantrums of an ego that knows much better
its place in your existence.
Rumi
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