The Poem That God Whispered To Rumi

Didn’t I tell you— do not go there? For I am your friend in this mirage of fading shadows. I am life without end. Even if you run in anger for a hundred thousand years, you will return to Me at last— I am where the path clears. Didn’t I tell you? I am the Ocean, and you are the fish. Do not go to the dry land— I am the only water you could wish. Didn’t I tell you? Do not be fooled by the world’s design. I am the Painter of your joy, the Artist of the divine. Didn’t I tell you? Do not fly like a bird into the snare. Come back to Me— I am your wings, I am the power of the air. Didn’t I tell you? They will rob you and leave you cold— but I am the Fire, the warmth of your soul, as I foretold. If you are the lamp of the heart, you know where to roam. And if you seek the Divine, know that I am your Home. Rumi Nigel Lott teaandzen.org DONATE Meditation Sans Frontieres 501 (C) 3 Registered Charity Tax EIN 81-3411835 In the quiet between heartbeats a whisper calls you home, you are not broken you are becoming. These threads of silence and sound are letters from the threshold, offerings from the edge of stillness. Nigel  TEA AND ZEN - MAIN LIBRARY                                                                                                                                                                   DONATE