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.
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
A treasure hunt
Treasure is stored in the ruined places. Do not break the
hearts of the poor and heartbroken people.
Rumi
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see that one over there?
the one we would describe a ruin of person
that one torn apart by alcohol
or drugs
high on anger
violent
that one
not so clean
a little ( or more than a little)
rough looking
that one who has lost his job
or is estranged from her family
in that one
a treasure lies
hidden perhaps beneath the rubble
but there,
infinitely precious
I can of course
judge this person,
I can reject
or shame
I can pile heartbreak on heartbreak
or I can see the hurt
the pain
the despair
I can feel it
and see that this is an precious, precious soul
and enter the desert of this pain and failure
not to correct
or teach
not even to liberate, to save
but to love
and in the love
create that space
where treasure can be found
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