In Rumi's Field

Meet me there, in Rumi's field,

in the golden light of afternoon:

let's stroll barefoot through the soft grass, holding hands,

and find a way to talk about our differences

while noticing how strokes of dark and light

illuminate and modulate the landscape that surrounds us.

Glow with anticipation

Remember the days 

when the sun rose, 

and we glowed with anticipation?

When passion starts to ebb...

Sometimes, when the passion

just doesn't seem to be there,

adding some subtle boundaries can help.

Some fires burn all the brighter

when contained...

Become the moon

Don't be afraid of the dark that lies ahead:

think of it as your chance to become the moon.

Take a stand

Though we long for a quiet place,

a shelter from the storm,

a chance to sit in quiet contemplation,

there will be times when we have no choice

but to step outside and take a stand

for justice, or truth or simply what we know 

just has to change.

The work of winter

As we begin again, this annual cycle,

of losing light, and losing leaves,

it's time again for stillness and reflection --

on what was lost, and what we hope to gain

as darkness closes in, and chill pervades.

What will be the work of the winter to come,

the work that keeps us occupied and warm,

that fuels creative fires and brightens life

in the absence of the sun?

Rage and Gratitude

Fury's never a comfortable emotion.

But if it can be expressed -- in whatever way 

is safest, best, and most effective for you -- 

it can be converted into fuel for gratitude.

How will you manage that conversion,

that metanoia of the heart,

next time you're ablaze with rage?