From The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks. New York: HarperCollins, 1995, p. 103.
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
a passion, a longing-pain.
Remember the lips
where the wind-breath originated,
and let your note be clear.
Don’t try to end it.
Be your note.
I’ll show you how it’s enough.
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Although sometimes our needs and longings may seem painful and embarrassing to us, God made us and saw that we are good. There is something extremely valuable and lovable in each of us. As we move towards God, we discover what is most valuable about ourselves. We feel how we are enough. We experience both our gifts and our gratitude.
Loving God, let me be your voice in the world. Help me to know how to be fully yours, to feel the gift of being your creation, to feel how I am enough.
Rumi is so lovely.
Divine, may I remember where the wind-breath originates and happily let your, my, note be clear.
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