The world of appearances is deceiving. What is beneath the shell and husk is the seed, the form of soul, the ray of God. But all of that, for those who care enough, must be revealed and uncovered.
A wine is not
fine because its flask is ornate. So
perhaps you catch the gist of my suggestion here. As humans we are enshrouded and blanketed
with fear. We are racked with wounds,
we are whipped raw by words, we are tormented by anger. Where else can that go but within? Stored, piled, fortressed, eventually, it
sequesters the heart. And it allows the
mind, the small mind, to run rampant causing mischief and oftentimes misery.
For a race this
is true. Within the energetic human are
striations of painful memories, one packed atop the next. The works, true works of life unearth and
tear away such falsities and packed sorrows.
Even in apparent chaos can be blessed growth, priceless lessons and
information if one does not surrender to the torrent. Stay the course. Life is working for you and not against
you.
Rumi
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