A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams
he is living in another town.
He believes the reality of the dream town.
The world is that kind of sleep.
The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.
We began as a mineral. We emerged into plant life
and into the animal state. Then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we almost
remember being green again.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream.
It will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.
Rumi, 13th century Sufi poet
In the poem above, Rumi references human evolution. Rumi was a 13th-century Sufi scholar who, for a brief period of his life, wrote reams of inspiring poetry. I'm always awed by how he manages to capture a feeling or thought that I've had, or expresses something in a way that just hits the right chord. Though his work is in translation and centuries old, it always feels fresh and relevant to me. In the poem above, he points out that too many people sleepwalk their ways through life. They dream instead of do or they think instead of realize. I love that he traces us all back to the most elemental source (mineral) and yet acknowledges, indeed INFORMS, us that we are moving way past that state. We can remember while realizing how far we've come. I find that inspiring. Yes, we all give out someday, but we don't have to accept that as we get older that this means we'll automatically be less vital, or less sharp, of less beautiful. We can strive to become wiser, more focused, more energized by our lives and pursuits. We can move toward an ageless state of being in sync with ourselves and our evolution. I don't know about you, but I'm excited.
Please join me for this amazing trip! Lisabeth