GENIUS FORUMS

The Flower of Grief

We are programmed to hide and run
from grief's all encompassing truth.
For those who hide not,
who penetrate this great suffering
and are penetrated by this great suffering
as was Rumi when his beloved teacher
Shams of Tabriz left him without warning
or explanation
something totally unexpected
and magnificent this way comes.

Oh dear and blessed one, what comes
is the coming of the betrothal
of the eternal darkness
to the eternal light,
the falling of the I
into mad and sweet and tender love
for all its forms,
none are left out,
not a single one,
the greatest pain is cherished
as is the greatest pleasure,
the bride to the spirit
cries out "I do, I do, I do!"
what God has joined,
no man can tear asunder.

~ Pam Seeback

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kuH-WPb3A8

Benediction

Bless this little heart, this white soul that has
won the kiss of heaven for our earth.

He loves the light of the sun,
he loves the sight of his mother’s face.

He has not learned to despise the dust,
and to hanker after gold.

Clasp him to your heart and bless him.
He has come into this land of an hundred crossroads.

I know not how he chose you from the crowd,
came to your door, and grasped your hand
to ask his way.

He will follow you, laughing and talking,
and not a doubt in his heart.

Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him

Lay your hand on his head, and pray
that though the waves underneath grow threatening,
yet the breath from above may come and
fill his sails and
waft him to the heaven of peace.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

"Bless this little heart, this white soul that has ..."

White soul

Philly Soul, once upon a time

Hall & Oates-Sara Smile

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Red3R17FlUQ

“He has not learned to despise the dust,”

This is an interesting line. Rhymes only with trust in the poem. What do you think it means?