What does it mean to live in harmony with life?
Years ago, when the economic recession started to become obvious for everyone, a man went outside in a very cold morning and walked along a small Irish town, hoping to find a temporal job. And right after leaving his details in a library, something within moved him to walk up to a shelf and browse a very little book. He opened it at random and read:
EACH NOTE, by Rumi
Advice doesn't help lovers!
They're not the kind of mountain stream
you can build a dam across
An intellectual doesn't know
what the drunk is feeling!
Don't try to figure
what those lost inside love will do next!
Someone in charge would give up all his power,
if he caught one whiff of the wine-musk
from the room where the lovers
are doing who-knows-what!
One of them tries to dig a whole through a mountain
One flees from academic honors
One laughs at famous mustaches!
Life freezes if it doesn't get a taste
of this almond cake
The stars come up spinning
every night, bewildered in love
They'd grow tired
with that revolving, if they weren't
They'd say, "how long do we have to do this?"
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows
Each note is a need coming through us,
a passion, a longing-pain
Remember the lips
where the wind breath originated,
and let your note be clear
Don't try to end it
Be your note
I'll show you how it is enough
Go up on a roof at night
in this city of the soul
Let everyone climb on their roofs
and sing their notes!
Sing loud!
The man suddenly realized it was still more important to find himself, once again. And he left the library with an inner smile. Words charged with truth had come out of the blue. Reality was singing for him.
Send not to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee, wrote John Donne. How many will have the courage to find and follow their inner song for the sake of BEING?
