Friday, June 23, 2017

in-formation






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These forms we seem to be are cups floating in an ocean
of living consciousness.

They fill and sink without leaving an arc of bubbles or any good-bye spray. What we are is that ocean, too near to see, though we swim in it and drink it in.
Don't be a cup with a dry rim, or someone who rides all night and never knows the horse beneath his thighs, the surging that carries him along.


–Rumi
cup and ocean

Mathnawi 1, 1109-16
Coleman Barks version



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