If one were to tell an unborn child that
outside the womb there is a glorious world
with green fields and lush gardens
high mountains and vast seas, with a sky
lit by the sun and the moon, the unborn
would not believe such absurdity.
Still in the dark womb how could he imagine
the indescribable majesty of this world?
In the same way, when the mystics speak of worlds
beyond scent and color, the common man
deafened by greed and blinded by self-interest
cannot grasp their reality.
This poem of Rumi’s speaks to me on many levels…
The unborn would not believe in such absurdity:
I became a Christian as an adult and I still remember thinking of the Christian faith as absurd. Even the thought of an almighty God over it all seemed fantastical – but my eyes and heart have been opened. What a blessing!
There are simply things we cannot see nor imagine when it comes to God. Even as simple as a day – have you started your morning with a plan of action and the day turns out totally different? Sometimes it’s a terrible event like losing your job or a death/injury – but what about wonderful surprises like running into an old friend, winning the lottery (THAT’D be great!) or simply understanding something that was beyond you yesterday. I look back over the last couple of months and in the beginning it was TERRIBLE and I was filled with much fear and while my today still has some “suckish” aspects – I have grown tremendously and I’m willing to bet other members of my family have as well. I also have a whole slew of new precious friends to call mine.
Deafened by greed and blinded by self-interest:
Self-interest, self-preservation, call it what you will but sometimes the fear of the unknown prevents us from exploring the treasures of this world. The poem talks of the beauty in the physical world but it’s also about the soul world – the thrill and vulnerability of loving another human being. The joy of serving someone without expecting something in return. The magic of a child’s laugh, the sideways smile from your teenager trying not to laugh, the sweet caress of your lover…the really hard times when you want to punch them all in the throat…when you think you’ll explode in pain but decide to be still and walk through it…all the humanness that we sometimes miss when our guard it up, we’re filled with fear, and we check out.
Good stuff that Rumi…
xoxo – Donna