Little by little we move in joy. We can learn by watching our small children. It grows geometrically. The entire earth becomes enraptured. Here, now, in these very bodies, we do this. This is my vision.
Let yourself become moving poetry.
–Rumi
Don’t move the way fear makes you move. Move the way love makes you move.
–Osho
Your eye has not strength enough
to gaze at the burning sun,
but you can see its burning light
by watching its reflection
mirrored in the water.
So the reflection of Absolute Being
can be viewed in the mirror of Not-Being,
for nonexistence, being opposite Reality,
instantly catches its reflection.
Know the world from end to end is a mirror;
in each atom a hundred suns are concealed.
If you pierce the heart of a single drop of water,
from it will flow a hundred clear oceans;
if you look intently at each speck of dust,
in it you will see a thousand beings.
A gnat in its limbs is like an elephant;
in name a drop of water resembles the Nile.
In the heart of a barleycorn is stored a hundred harvests.
Within a millet-seed a world exists.
In an insects wing is an ocean of life.
A heaven is concealed in the pupil of an eye.
The core at the center of the heart is small,
yet the Lord of both worlds will enter there.
~ Mahmud Shabistari (Persian Sufi poet 14th c.)
The Mirror, from The Secret Rose Garden,
transl. by Florence Lederer