No Better Gift

The Seed Market

Can you find another market like this?

 Where,

with your one rose

you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Where

for one seed

you get a whole wilderness?

For one weak breath,

the divine wind?

You've been fearful

of being absorbed in the ground

or drawn up by the air.

Now, your waterbead lets go

and drop it into the ocean,

where it came from.

It no longer has the form it had,

but it's still water.

The essence is the same.

This giving up is not a repenting,

It's a deep honoring of yourself.

When the ocean comes to you as a lover,

marry, at once, quickly,

for God's sake!

Don't postpone it!

Existence has no better gift.

No amount of searching

will find this.

A perfect falcon, for no reason,

has landed on your shoulder,

and becomes yours.

Rumi, the eternal teacher is sharing some of the wisdom that surrounds me. Physical life is not a repenting; it is expression of consciousness in a school of diversity. This new human form is like a water drop, I'm still consciousness; my essence is the same, but my shape has changed. There's no need to prove my existence, no need to question my purpose and certainly no need to explain this beautiful market I call my reality. I live for the experience of watching one seed turn into a lush tropical island. One rose transforms itself and express energy by quietly communicating love; I need no explanation for that action. Fear like a thorn surrounds me, but there is no need to create it. I can learn to absorb it and ground my self in consciousness just like the rose does with the thorn.

What Rumi is saying is relax and enjoy this journey of expansion, because it is a choice. I have the ability to marry my self and live harmoniously within that union. The perfect falcon has landed on my shoulder and its time to acknowledge it. It has always been there, but I have been too busy trying to see it, feel it, touch it and control it. The searching is over; I now sense what I have always known. The physical world is a market and I wander from aisle to aisle helping my self to whatever I believe I see. What I don't see doesn't matter, because other aspects of me see it for me.

With one weak breath I create the divine wind that moves me through the market and I honor my self and all life. I appreciate every drop of this reality and remember the nature of my own consciousness. That awareness takes me back to the root of existence and there is no better gift than the honoring the self within that whole.

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