The Holy Longing
In celebrations, I laugh with those laughing
And in sadness, I cry with those grieving
The divine secrets are not separate from my cries
But only those who are cooked in the fire of love will hear them
These secrets are for the heart, not for eyes or ears
It is fire, not wind that makes me sing!
If you don’t have this fire,
you might as well be dead
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And in sadness, I cry with those grieving
The divine secrets are not separate from my cries
But only those who are cooked in the fire of love will hear them
These secrets are for the heart, not for eyes or ears
It is fire, not wind that makes me sing!
If you don’t have this fire,
you might as well be dead
Oh, ho... See more
Rumi Poem: The Song of the Reed - Rumi With A View
Don’t surrender your loneliness So quickly. Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you As few human Or even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight Has made my eyes so soft, My voice So tender, My need of God Absolutely Clear.
Tara Brach • Radical Acceptance
