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.
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
selfishness
Exert not thyself
... in amassing of wealth,
for evil is the smell
... of stagnant water; strive
rather, to be generous,
... for running water
becomes a flood. "
- Shaykh Sa'adi Shirazi ( from: Gulistan )
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When we hug to ourselves
In fear
In greed
In hatred
When we hug to ourselves
A say “go to hell” to everyone else
We close off the flow of Spirit and love
At both ends
Nothing in
Nothing out
And soon
Rot, rot
Fester, fester
Soon the smell of decay
Drifts across the landscape of our lives
The landscape of our nation
As surely as the smell of unwashed bodies
And dirty diapers drifts from
The gulags of America
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