Where lowland is, that’s where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure. . . .
Tear the binding from around the foot of your soul, and let it race around the track
in front of the crowd. . . .
Give your weakness
to one who helps.
Crying out loud and weeping are great resources.
A nursing mother, all she does
is wait to hear her child.
Just a little beginning-whimper,
and she’s there.
God created the child, that is, your wanting,
so that it might cry out, so that milk might come.
Cry out! Don’t be stolid and silent
with your pain. Lament! And let the milk
of loving flow into you.
~ Rumi
The Essential Rumi,
translated by Coleman Barks |
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