Rumi’s The Milk of Millenia

I am part of the load

Not rightly balanced

I drop off in the grass,

like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse

wherever I fall.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains

floating and flying in the will of the air,

often forgetting ever being

in that state, but in sleep

I migrate back. I spring loose

from the four-branched, time-and-space cross,

this waiting room.

I walk into a huge pasture

I nurse the milk of millenia

Everyone does this in different ways.

Knowing that conscious decisions

and personal memory

are much too small a place to live,

every human being streams at night

into the loving nowhere, or during the day,

in some absorbing work.

— Coleman Barks (tr.), The Essential Rumi (1995), p. 273 Mathnawi, VI.216-217

Diary ni Gracia: Everyday responsibilities and stress sometimes cause us to hibernate and curl up in our own shell; free from the touch of the world. We try to shield ourselves from all the pressure but realizing that a person is innately sociable and adaptable to any kind of situation. One good cry is enough to stand up once more, dust off ourselves and prepare to start a fresh, new day.

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