Day 403

Now, more than ever before I feel the need to explore the meaning of being human. While on the one hand I can see the frailties, failings and fragility of humans, on the other I can see the light that shines through some of them that can provide strength, hope and inspiration to others. Sometimes I see both attributes in the same individual at the same time. Other times I see someone completely transform from one end of the spectrum to the other over time.

Who better than Rumi to look to for some answers:

“I am not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi, or zen.
Not any religion or cultural system.
I am not from the East or the West,
not out of the ocean or up from the ground,
not natural or ethereal,
not composed of elements at all.
I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam or Eve or any origin story.

My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.
Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved,
have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being.”


“We are pain and what cures pain, both.
We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving.
Would you rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror and here are the stones.”

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