Sufi
Would you like to hear my love story? It has no princess, no gallant knight. No riding off into the distance, either.
I thought to post the poem here, to share the original words. But, turning every page of three books did not reveal the poem to me. And so, I will recap, in words drawn from said poem, and in absolute inspiration and in some ways exact.
(The way is to) Find a master who is like the sun
Go to his house
Enter like a burglar, breaking all the windows
Gather all your courage (more than you know you had), and jump into his bed.
Most likely, he will kill you (he did)
But then, wasn't that the point?
There is no death more welcome than the ones you see in your past, giving birth to higher, truer selves. There is no joy greater than knowing you will die again, and again, surrendered to wholeness, and wake to find yourself birthed anew. No greater comfort, than knowing the man you sleep next to at night will again and again hold your hand as you leap into death, and smile into your eyes, glowing in radiance, as you are birthed anew.
(I did apologize for the broken windows.)
(He honors the courage it took to break them all and be willing to die, not knowing yet of the rebirth to come.)
I thought to post the poem here, to share the original words. But, turning every page of three books did not reveal the poem to me. And so, I will recap, in words drawn from said poem, and in absolute inspiration and in some ways exact.
(The way is to) Find a master who is like the sun
Go to his house
Enter like a burglar, breaking all the windows
Gather all your courage (more than you know you had), and jump into his bed.
Most likely, he will kill you (he did)
But then, wasn't that the point?
There is no death more welcome than the ones you see in your past, giving birth to higher, truer selves. There is no joy greater than knowing you will die again, and again, surrendered to wholeness, and wake to find yourself birthed anew. No greater comfort, than knowing the man you sleep next to at night will again and again hold your hand as you leap into death, and smile into your eyes, glowing in radiance, as you are birthed anew.
(I did apologize for the broken windows.)
(He honors the courage it took to break them all and be willing to die, not knowing yet of the rebirth to come.)