Photo Booth

I’ve shared the photos I promised in my last entry in the Friends section of my photo album. Have a look if you’d like to see some of the zaniness we got up to. You can also see us as an animated trio here.

Things have been mostly quiet here since then. I do have excitement coming up, though. Sunday night I’ll be seeing Feist in concert with my friends Andrew, Allison and Nathan, an event I’ve been looking forward to for weeks. On Monday I have plans to go walking with Pegah, a friend of April who I had a nice talk with this evening. I have two more nights free after those, so I’m hoping to come up with something interesting to do then as well.

I’ve been reading up on Sufism and Rumi lately, with my interest sparked by the calendar I recently bought and a recent Integral Naked podcast on “Living an Authentic Spiritual Life” that included a reading of a Rumi poem that begins “The lamps are different, but the Light is the same.” I find it facinating to explore the non-dual, mystic traditions that can be found in any of the major religious branches. Islam is one religion I must admit to knowing little about, but I do feel drawn to the wisdom that Sufism holds, and especially to the beauty in the words of Rumi. His insights were expressed beautifully and it has been a joy to discover them. I’ll leave you with a favourite fragment of mine.

If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,

Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,

Like this.

If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
or what “God’s fragrance” means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.

Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.

Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.

Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means
to “die for love,” point
– Rumi, Like This

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