The Road Home

An ant hurries along a threshing floor
with its wheat grain, moving
between huge stacks
of wheat, not knowing the
abundance
all around.  It thinks its one
grain
is all there is to love.

So we choose a tiny seed to
be devoted to.
This body, one path or one
teacher.
Look wider and farther.

The essence of every human
being can see,
and what that essence - eye
takes in,
the being becomes. Saturn
Solomon!

The ocean pours through a
jar,
and you might say it swims
inside
the fish! This mystery gives
peace to
your longing and makes the
road home home.

Rumi


It's All Temporary