Rumi’s Wedding Day

December 18, 2015

Today is the 740th anniversary of Rumi’s death. He called it his “wedding day with the Beloved.”

Rumi is one of the great souls, the wise ones who teach us that there is nothing to fear in death. As one who has visited the other side and found unfathomable beauty there, I honor Rumi for his profound teaching. Through years of immersing myself in his ecstatic poetry (as translated by  Coleman Barks), my life was forever transformed. His wisdom permeated my selfishness, my fear and my attachment to my ego’s relentless demands.

Here is Rumi’s concise teaching about the profound journey of death. I was privileged to hold my mother’s hand when she breathed her last. I dedicate this poem to her and invite you to think of someone dear to you as  you read it and hopefully take in its wisdom:

On the day I die, don’t say she’s gone/he’s gone.

On the day I die, don’t say she’s gone/he’s gone.

Death has nothing to do with going away.

The sun sets, and the moon sets, but they are not gone.

Death is a coming together.

The human seed goes down into the ground like a bucket,

and comes up with some unimagined beauty.

Your mouth closes here

and immediately opens

with a shout of joy


Blessings to all–



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Finding True Love and Passion Again

December 8, 2015

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“Let the beauty we love, be what we do.”

April 3, 2015

Dear Visitor,

Reviewing the statistics for this blog, I’ve found that more than 83,000 have visited since I began it. You–visitors from many states and countries–are my community, my fellow travelers on this journey of developing our spiritual lives as deeply as we can, and of trying to make a difference on this planet through our compassion and commitment to service.

I write this on Good Friday and the first day of Passover. Ramadan is six weeks away. So many worshipers, singing different verses of the same song. And of the many who do not identify with any organized religion, most are seekers too. As Rumi said, “I see the same altar in temple, mosque and cathedral.”

Here are some of Rumi’s lessons for us all:

• We are here on earth for the purpose of soul-growth.

• We are capable of profound joy and compassion in virtually every circumstance.

• Pain and loss can be the gateway to our greatest joy.

The last point touches me in a new way as I–like many of you–face a serious health challenge.

Rumi also says:

Lo, I am with you always.

You promised that, and when I realized it was true,

My soul flared up.

Remember and be back with the Friend.


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Blessings to all!


Welcome all that comes!

October 1, 2011

In my book, The Rumi Secret, I begin with the following poem as translated by Coleman Barks.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house
every day a new arrival.

A joy, a depression a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.

Still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

In the United States, this is Rumi’s most famous poem. Its wisdom is timeless, and it presents a lifelong challenge for us all. Embrace it all, he says–our tragedies, the recurring problems, the failures. Along with these, we can all discover our capacity for joy,  for ecstasy and for peace.

There are no requirements for joy. As Mother Teresa said of love, it is “a fruit in season at all times. Anyone can gather it, and no limit is set….”

By grace, joy is given to us, and it can come under the most unexpected circumstances. May we all take Rumi’s words to heart on this precious day. As Mary Oliver says, while we may not “know exactly how to pray,” we can become skilled at paying attention.

Blessings to you, dear visitor. Please join my email list at May you be blessed with new acceptance today.

Celebrating the web of life

May 11, 2010

Rumi says:

Friend,  we’re traveling together
….Let me show you one tiny spot

of beauty that cannot be spoken.
I am like an ant that’s gotten into the gr

ludicrously happy, and trying to lug out
a grain that’s far too big.

…The great warehouse opens.
I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane, in love
with the one to whom every that belongs!

I am a greatly blessed woman. For Mother’s Day, I celebrated my children and their children. They turned out so well! Despite the significant mistakes I made as a parent, I was blessed with the ability to love my children devotedly and to do my best with them. Their father and grandparents adored them too. The results are thanks to the love, the support and resources we had (including that of a few caring therapists along the way), and thanks to who they are. Now it’s my very great joy to watch them being wonderfully loving parents to their own precious little ones. This is the circle of life, and I am very grateful to be one of those blessed with this full participation.

Seeing your children and their wonderful partners become loving parents themselves completes the circle of life in a way that nothing else does. I intend to hold on to the realization of how priceless this gift is.

As Mary Oliver says,

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention.

I know how to fall down in the grass–how to kneel down in the grass.

….Doesn’t everything die and too soon?

….When it’s over, I want to say

I was a bride married to amazement;

I was a bridegroom,

taking the whole world into my arms.

The following is an excerpt from my book The Rumi Secret:

….Since immersing myself in Rumi, I am like the ludicrously happy ant, trying to lug out, feast on and share the unlimited grains of Rumi’s wisdom.

Like all human beings, I face formidable challenges and problems I haven’t  solved; underneath it all, though, I’ve been forever changed by glimpses of the beauty and the joy that can’t be spoken. Like you, I repeatedly forget that beauty when focusing on the practical concerns and minutia of my life. For Rumi, though, there’s just as much beauty to be found in sweeping the floor as in deep meditation. It’s all about the state of the heart.

….Rumi teaches that love is all around us and within us and in all other human beings. Love is constantly being manifested in plants, in animals, and in the eyes of any human being we really see….

How can we experience this love every day? The answers are service, forgiveness and acceptance of others and ourselves. That’s the way we pass on the grace we have already received. Through compassionate acts and loving touch, we can express our fundamentally loving essence. … As Rumi says, God accepts counterfeit money. In other words, we can be effective in service or loving acts even when we don’t feel like it. Pick up a crying baby, even when you’re tired. The baby’s tears may stop, and both are comforted.

For an inexhaustible source of reminders of the love around you every day, read Rumi (as translated by Coleman Barks); read him every day that you need reminding of the love that is your right now. Mining for Rumi’s gold, we become inspired, challenged, and open-hearted.

On the day, may I consciously hold love in my heart and sow its seeds every where I walk.

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Beauty Beyond Imagining!

March 19, 2009

Rumi says:

One morning, I went to a place beyond dawn,

a source of sweetness that flows and is never less.

I have been shown a beauty

which is beyond imagining!

….We have baskets of fresh bread

upon our heads,

yet we go door to door

asking for crusts.

Knock on the inner door,

no other!

….We’re like pearls in the shell

on the bottom of the ocean saying

“Where’s the water?”

….These mental questionings form the barrier.

Beg for love expansion.

Meditate only on that!

As always, Rumi directs us toward love, silence, and faith. The beauty beyond imagining is available to us all, any time, any place, and under any circumstances.

Most spiritual traditions find their own way of saying that in order to receive that which is most precious, we must become open and receptive. “Ask and ye shall receive” is familiar to many. In Rumi’s poem above, “Beg for love expansion” echoes the same wisdom.

The torture victim catches a glimpse of the torturer’s tears when his mask slips. The marital partner sees an injured animal and suddenly reveals the deep gentleness underneath the usual arguments. The greedy businessperson suddenly wakes up, and remembers the youthful idealism that has not been completely lost. The fearful member of Congress wakes up after a dream that invites nation building, not combat. At the grocery store, we remember to really look in the eyes of the clerk; we find beauty behind the eyes.

This day and every day it is so easy to lose ourselves in a frantic pace which makes reflection and conscious living impossible. On this day, may we remember Rumi’s voice reminding us that a beauty beyond imagining lies deep within us. Silence is the royal road to that destination.

Blessings to you, dear visitor. May you beg for and receive love expansion today.



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Thank God for this most amazing day!

December 31, 2008

e. e. cummings says:

I thank You God for most this amazing

day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky:and for everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(I who have died am alive again today,

and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth

day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay

great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing

breathing any–lifted from the no

of all nothing–human merely being

doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and

now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

I pray to wake with these words of e.e. cummings on my mind and heart each day.

Like you perhaps, I found yesterday difficult; rude and cold treatment by someone who matters through me off course, and made me forget the lessons the green hills and California poppies I would see this morning would teach me once again.

It’s a perfect California winter day. My bruised heart reminds of the world’s bruises–the tragic wars and violence being carried on as I write and as  you read these words. At the same time, within every tragic circumstance, human kindness, courage and sacrifice shine as luminous as diamonds in mud. Parents look into the eyes of newborns and see beauty and hope. Soldiers on opposing sides of conflicts catch glimpses of the real person behind the “enemy” garb.

It’s a new day in American politics. A new leader has made courageous efforts to form the building blocks of a new, inclusive, pragmatic way of improving the lives of American and world citizens. Godspeed Barack!

“May all beings be happy,” goes an ancient prayer. May you be happy, dear visitor. May you see behind the eyes of the humans, may you find it in your heart to forgive the unforgivable, and thus find peace. May this day bring you a loving touch, a good meal and a good laugh. As Mary Oliver says:

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world calls itself to your imagination….

over and over announcing  your place in

the family of things.


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