It is a prayer, greater than a prayer, greater than a dervish dance...more than Rumi’s words, this pours bittersweet wine por voce...if you drink it it will burn you and turn you into flames; if you understand it, it will transform you and you will find yourself far away, in the “Middle of The World” exactly where you are, but no longer there... -I
Como É Grande O Meu Amor Por Você
The word religare means to bind, or relink to the source whence we came, and make conscious the connection between mortal coil and divine infinite; and in conscious bind thus make choice and so action in aligned purpose.
On a recent trip to Kabul while the city bristled on the brink of war, I came across a number of seekers, all of whom had come to country to quench their thirst, each in his or her own way unknowingly searching to connect with the memories of their fathers, and through that connection gain salvation, redemption and release...
But it did not matter whether they were seeking in Kabul, Kalahari, or Kuala Lumpur, nor even Kansas; and it did not matter whether they whirled, prostrated, or levitated...for the one quest defined them all.
"Why are you here?" I would ask.
"To solve this, to help that, or to give there...," would be the varied answers masking the one quest, in search of the elemental archetype.
While the mother nourishes the body, father nourishes the soul, as has been the case from dawn of time, in flux of strife and harmony between soul tethered to body, in pursuit of sight beyond the many-faced maya.