Wednesday, August 21, 2024

not to worry

 






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It’s rigged — everything, in your favor.
So there is nothing to worry about.

Is there some position you want,
some office, some acclaim, some
award, some con, some lover,
maybe two, maybe three, maybe four
— all at once,

maybe a relationship
with
God?

I know there is a gold mine in you, and when you find it
the wonderment of the earth’s gifts
you will lay aside
as naturally as does
a child with a
doll.

But, dear, how sweet you look to me kissing the unreal:
comfort, fulfill yourself,
in any way possible — do that until
you ache, until you ache,

then come to me
again.


—Rumi


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