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Monday, October 10, 2011

Not Here

I just found the below poem lost in the mix of dozens of drafted posts that never quite made it to "publish."  I'm not sure where I originally found it but I know I copied & pasted it because it hit me over the head with resonance--as it did again this rainy, candle-lit afternoon.  

And since, in this moment, it seems none of my own words want to come out, I will leave you with these.  

"Filled with Color" found here

Not Here 
by Rumi

There's courage involved if you want
to become truth.  There is a broken-

open place in a lover.  Where are
those qualities of bravery and sharp

compassion in this group?  What's the
use of old and frozen thought?  I want

a howling hurt.  This is not a treasury
where gold is stored; this is for copper.

We alchemists look for talent that
can heat up and change.  Lukewarm

won't do. Halfhearted holding back,
well-enough getting by?  Not here.


I want to BE broken-open Truth. 
I want to BE brave & sharply compassionate.
Old & frozen thought, halfhearted holding back, well-enough getting by--no thank you.

I'm all in.




  1. I am, as you know, all in. Big time all in, even more than ever, thanks to dear friends and companions on the path like you, Julia.

    A new Rumi poem - just what I needed! Thanks...

    Love to you,


  2. a howling hurt.
    into the wind.
    head first.
    to save my life.
    this is the only
    way to really go.
    but it is scary.
    take my hand, friend.
    hold tight.
    LOVE. xoxox

  3. This was splendid. I don't want half way, at least not today. Some days I hide like a coward and eat too much or think too much and then I hope that watching mindless TV shows will distract me from myself. I do this because I need to remember how badly I want to move forward. I need some pain to remind me how quickly I die. Yeah, I want it all...but not all at once.

  4. I don't even know what to say--just that I'm so deeply grateful to be riding this wild, beautiful ride with each of you. It's such a comfort to have your hands to hold.

    Love and more love,


  5. LOVE this. "What's the use of old and froazen thought? I want a howling hurt."

    Wow. Rumi makes me swoon. Thank you for posting this.


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♥ Julia