Saturday, April 16, 2016
Rumi, "Gates Of Light..."
“The way the soul is with the senses and the intellect is like a creek. When desire weeds grow thick, intelligence can’t flow, and the soul creatures stay hidden. But sometimes the reasonable clarity runs so strong it sweeps the clogged stream open. No longer weeping and frustrated, your being grows as powerful as your wantings were before, more so. Laughing and satisfied, the masterful flow lets creations of the soul appear. You look down, and it’s lucid dreaming. The gates made of light swing open. You see in.”