On a good day I wake up, meditate a while, stretch, read Rumi, and begin writing. No one speaks more to me than Rumi.
Here’s an excerpt from today’s poem, opened at random. It also speaks to me in the context of Robert Bly’s Iron John story. Digging the well. Doing the work.
The ruby and the sunrise are one
Be courageous and discipline yourself
Completely become hearing and ear
and wear this sun ruby as an earring.
Work. Keep digging your well
don’t think about getting off from work.
Water is there somewhere.
Submit to a daily practice.
Your loyalty to that is a ring on the door.
Keep knocking, and the joy inside
will eventually open a window and
look out to see who’s there.