Bringing The Moon In From The Rain

I like the title to this blog entry. On the surface it may not make much sense. But hope it might offer enough of a moment's intrigue to read on, or that you trust me enough to maybe say something.

Say something! Rumi and Hafiz were masters of that. And why so many in this world — for centuries— have read and still read them. I have been their student for over 50 years now, and I might have been able to steal a couple pens from their pockets.

Rumi & Hafiz and the great poet-saints, like Kabir, and Rabia and St. John of the Cross, and sure several others, can be likened and are ... great wine barrels one can not only swim in but—pearl dive! Aka: find a pen down there, or a special brush for the canvas of your days. Maybe I found one, such a pen; will give it a try. 

First off, is there any organic life on this earth— any movement of organic matter that is not because of the sun? To me there is a Sun as vital to the life of our sun and to our moon as the sun above us is— to all life that can sway in the dance on this whirling dervish planet!

What is the essence of us? That word has more meaning to it than I really knew till I just more Goggled it. Living from one's essence is freedom from the elements pouring— from the myriad changeable, from the myriad of things that can perish— but can so grab our attention and can so affect us in ways, it so seems.

Bringing the moon in from the rain. From the transitory effecting elements, from any current events, etc., that can undermine our love and talents, and wonder of existence is what a great teacher is all about. Or is what a great religion is all about. And the moon is us! The moon is every creature whose life and movements are because of a Sun— are because of an Infinite Radiant Sky where our roots draw its breath! 

I like a free-style haiku I wrote the other day that I felt said a lot, and I just bounced off a bit, above! And now adding another, they go…

those flowers

  their roots in sky

        like us

And:

Moon's beautiful blush!

    Like ours from—

        the Sun! 

On the canvas of our days. What to paint there that might help someone and our self! Pearl diving in the Milky Way of God's heart! Take a break there from all that will surely pass! I will join you! For love is really the impetus and hope of our every thought, sound and movement! We are blessed that way!

And O Hafiz, O Hafiz, O my dear, dear Hafiz, look what you say and do for the world!

My life is! Helping you hold the cup 

God holds where existence drinks! 

— Hafiz

From the upcoming book: Bringing the Moon In From the Rain