Christ is the population of the world
and every object as well. There is no room
for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing
when sweet water is everywhere?
(Rumi)
and from me:
As Christmas ends,
here on the other side of 12 21 12,
make change in the world, dear friends,
by being the Jesus in yourselves. . .
wishing you a blessed holiday,
every single day.
And again, from Rumi:
Lovers think they're looking for each other,
but there's only one search: wandering
this world is wandering that, both inside one
transparent sky. In here
there is no dogma and no heresy.
The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did
about the future. Forget the future.
I'd worship someone who could do that.
On the way you may want to look back, or not,
but if you can say There's nothing ahead,
there will be nothing there.
Stretch your arms and take hold the cloth of your clothes
with both hands. The cure for pain is in the pain.
Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both,
you don't belong with us.
When one of us gets lost, is not here, he must be inside us.
There's no place like that anywhere in the world.
(Rumi - both translated by Coleman Barks)
(both photos taken at Cheestnut Ridge Park,
in Orchard Park, New York)
