…a poem by Rumi

When you do things from your soul,

You feel a river moving in you, a joy.

When actions come from another section,

The feeling disappears.

Don’t let others lead you. They may be blind,

Or worse, vultures. Reach for the rope

Of God. And what is that?

Putting aside self-will.

We are born and live inside black water in a well.

How could we know what an open field of sunlight is?

Don’t insist on going where you think you want to go.

Ask the way to the Spring.

Your living pieces will form a harmony.

There is a moving palace that floats through the air,

With balconies and clear water running in every part of it,

Infinity everywhere, yet contained under a single tent.

Rumi “We are Three”

(Coleman Barks) pg 44-45