Listen to the reed and the tale it tells,
How it sings of separation:
Ever since they cut me from the reed bed,
my wail has caused men and women to weep.
I want a heart torn open with longing
To share the pain of this love.
Whoever has been parted from his source
Longs to return to the state of union.

– Rumi

Most of the time, I feel filled with the Goodness of my independent spiritual journey. But sometimes, like tonight, I feel raw with the missing of my Spiritual community and all I can do is sit down and have a good cry along with Rumi’s reed that laments over its separation from the reed bed.

At every gathering I play my lament.
I’m a friend to both happy and sad.
Each befriended me for his own reasons,
Yet none searched out the secrets I contain.
My secret is not different than my lament,
Yet this is not for the senses to perceive.

– Rumi

May tears, like rain, bring us a fresh, newly washed day in the morning.

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Poem credit: Rumi’s poem, “Song of the Reed” is published in Love Is A Stranger, selected Rumi poetry by Kabir Helminski. The above excerpt came from  http://peterjcraig.gaia.com/blog/2007/5/song_of_the_reed

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