When my inspiration fails me, I rediscover gratitude for those who have opened to their own genius and offered it up. The mystic poet Rumi has been a friend to me, and it’s O.K. to rely on good friends. We were never meant to do this alone...
The Creek and the Stars
Spirit is so mixed with the visible world that giver,
gift, and beneficiary are
one thing. You are the grace raining down, the grace
is you. Creation is
a clear, flat, fast-moving creek, where qualities reflect.
Generations rush by, while
the stars stay still without a splash. When you lose your
appetite for food, you’ll
be given other nourishment. There’s well-being that is not
bodily and beings
that live on fragrance. Don’t worry about losing animal
energy. Go the way of love
and ask provision. Love more the star region reflected,
less the moving medium