Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī, also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, and more popularly in the English-speaking world simply as Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. [Wikipedia]

Out beyond ideas of wrong and right, there is a field.
I will meet you there.

The heart is the secret inside the secret.

The moment you accept what troubles you've been given,
the door will open.

Love is the water of life,
jump into this water.

I worship the moon.
Tell me of the soft glow of a candle light
and the sweetness of my moon.

Don’t talk about sorrow,
tell me of that treasure,
hidden if it is to you,
then just remain silent.

Last night
I lost my grip on reality
and welcomed insanity.
Love saw me and said,
I showed up.
Wipe your tears
and be silent.

I said, O Love I am frightened, but it’s not you.
Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me.
be silent.

I will whisper secrets in your ear
just nod yes
and be silent.

A soul moon
appeared in the path of my heart.
How precious is this journey.

I said, O Love
what kind of moon is this?
Love said to me,
this is not for you to question.
be silent.

I said, O Love
what kind of face is this,
angelic, or human?
Love said to me,
this is beyond anything that you know.
Be silent.

I said, please reveal this to me
I am dying in anticipation.
Love said to me,
that is where I want you:
Always on the edge,
be silent.
You dwell in this hall of
images and illusions,
leave this house now
and be silent.

I said, O Love, tell me this:
Does the Lord know you are
treating me this way?
Love said to me,
yes He does,
just be totally…
totally… silent

25th Hour of the Day

My friend Bailey Hunter shared this song with me. She said my face appeared to her as she listened to Ian Tamblyn sing it, and she posted a link on my Facebook page. I find it beautiful, and meaningful. 

Thank you, dear woman. And thank you for listening to the Universe's message, and sharing it with me. ~~GH

Ian Tamblyn - 25th Hour of the Day lyrics

In the 25th hour of the day I made my peace
And in that time allowed I unveiled a masterpiece
All the lessons they were learned
All the lost had been returned
All debts were repaid
In that glorious hour of the day.

In the 25th hour of the day I closed my book
And for the first time in many years I had a chance to look around me
No one calling on the phone - oh my god how the boys have grown...
But it was not too late, in that glorious hour of the day.

And in the 25th hour of the day all was done

No stone was left unturned, no song unsung

Not one lingering 'might have been',

Or 'If I could do it over again'

For in that hour 'over again' was easily arranged.

And in the 25th hour of the day all was revealed
And though you may not believe, all wounds were healed
And in that hour the lost were found
So we walked to higher ground
And there watched the sun refuse to go down
In that glorious hour of the day.

In the 25th hour of the day I made my peace.

At the Crossroads

Recently, I found myself at a crossroads. I admit that I reluctantly chose the road where there doesn't have to be an answer for every question. 

I am settling into the acceptance that it is okay not to understand, that it is well and proper and appropriate, and okay. This after a lifetime of demanding to KNOW. 

Reminds me of the phrase "peace [of God] that surpasses all understanding." I embrace that peace. ~~GH