You Have No Idea How Hard I’ve Looked | Rumi
 You have no idea how hard I’ve looked
for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What’s the point of bringing gold to
the gold mine, or water to the ocean.
Everything I came up with was like
taking spices to the Orient.
It’s no good giving my heart and my
soul because you already have these.
So I’ve brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me. 
You have no idea - rumi - my own true north

The Three Fish: Gamble Everything for Love
On Gambling: To a frog that’s never left his pond the ocean seems like a gamble, Look what he’s giving up: security, mastery of his world, recognition! The ocean frog just shakes his head: “I can’t really explain what it’s like where I live, but someday I’ll take you there.”
If you want what visible reality 
can give, you’re an employee. 
If you want the unseen world, 
you’re not living your truth.
Both wishes are foolish, 
but you’ll be forgiven for forgetting
that what you really want is
love’s confusing joy.
Gamble everything for love, 
if you’re a true human being.
If not, leave
this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn’t reach
into majesty. You set out
to find God, but then you keep
stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.
In a boat down a fast-running creek,
it feels like trees on the bank
are rushing by. What seems
to be changing around us
is rather the speed of our craft
leaving this world.
Number One: Do not believe an absurdity, no matter who says it.
Number Two: Do not grieve over what is past. It’s over. Never regret what has happened.
Number Three: Don’t give advice to someone who’s groggy and falling asleep. Don’t throw seeds on the sand. Some torn places cannot be patched.
(Photos taken along the Bear Jaw and Abineau loop trails in the San Francisco Peaks, Flagstaff Arizona. Yes, there will be snow… in June. Yes, you will likely not want to leave. be sure to pack yourself a picnic. Plan on lots of quiet and opportunity to… reflect. And breathe.)

Are You Jealous of the Ocean’s Generosity?

Are you jealous of the ocean’s generosity?
Why would you refuse to give
this joy to anyone?

Fish don’t hold the sacred liquid in cups!
They swim the huge fluid freedom.

Rumi was attributed to stating we all walk along the surf, holding our hems up high so as to not get wet, when what we should do is strip ourselves and dive under, naked, and dive deep. Skinny dipping puns aside, I think there is something to sit on about his statements. When I think of holding something in a sacred cup, couldn’t that be my self-defined boundary, a set parameter I created and I follow to make sure I don’t cross over a line, or no one else comes through a line I’ve drawn, no one (myself included) thereby following the boundaries I created and holding everything in that “cup…” What is the greater risk and what presents the possibility of the greater loss? Surely, staying within the self-ascribed boundary I prevent myself from getting hurt, and one may be able to argue that what I don’t know I don’t miss.

But even still, why risk not growing simply for the sake of not willing to become knowing? I see this especially with my approach to relationships and friendships – it’s been “easier” to keep a person at an arm’s distance, because the pain of disappointment hurts. But does the pain from someone hurt more than the hollowness that comes with disconnection and loneliness? In refusing to give joy to another person, I refuse to swim in my own freedom of fluidity, and restrict my own access to joy.