Ruminating On Rumi

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.

~ M. Rumi

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Coming & Going


On sunny mornings at a particular time, ever changing as the seasons do, sun streams through the French doors and the hanging crystal balls. 

Then magic happens as fairies fly from their crystal palace and pattern the colours of the rainbow in this space and place. They dance and frolic throughout the room. My heart soars with the joy and delight of a child. 

Yet as the sun moves on its solar journey across the blue and vast sky of this summer day so to the fairies return to their crystal palace. 

This coming and going never saddens, the leaving and returning is the game. 

“In coming and going we never leave home.” 

Still my heart dances.