I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Present to ourselves
Not until a person dissolves, can he or she know what union
is.
Rumi,
The Soul of Rumi, Trans. Barks, p.93
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Ah, ego
born out of fear
our protective crust
our false self
it seems so useful
so protective
it feel like that which gives us substance
and identity
I am
I am
and yet it is a cage
that lets little out
and little in
it traps the soul
and will not let
the winged bird fly
the ego threatened
even by God
becomes a tyrant
(“the ego hates losing, even to God” – Richard Rohr)
I am at my worst when ego dominates
the ego is suspicious, competitive, and stressed
it asks “am I liked” and “am I admired”
and keeps the focus on me
and so I fail to see, to hear, to be present with
the one who is next to me
and even fail to see, to hear, to be
present with myself
if I am to find love
acceptance
hope
if I am to find myself
ego must dissolve
for only then can I find behind the façade
the familiar and strange things that are
the eternal me
and can I find the familiar and strange
and wonderful things
that are the eternal you
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