You are the truth from foot to brow

My student said to me in not so many words tonight, “Say Corey, you’re into ancient Persian poets, right?”  Well, duh!  A great quote from the Sufi poet, Rumi folded well into the gooey, dough-like nature of my day’s activities: "You are the truth from foot to brow. Now what else would you like to know?"

I’ve been concentrating a good deal on my heart.  In the interpretations in all their consequential incantations I find enormous comfort in a cute little mediation I ran across.  Consider that your heart is not beating in reflexive, cold, and clinical fashion.  Rather, imagine the hand of God holding in gently in His palm and beating it perfectly and divinely with His fingers.  I'm thinking Tao and how looking at one’s own heart reveals all the knowledge there needs to be known, trusting that when I sleep it will beat on. When I allow my mind to not think about it, it doesn’t lose its rhythm.  When I run faster, it adjusts. When I feel hurt, that’s from where the pain emanates. 

Today I awoke to no power.  I returned from my run/hike with there being no power.  I went about half of my day in a dark quandary, knowing there are emails and issues, not fretting that I couldn’t fix them right away.  As I stepped into busses going in wrong directions, overpaying at every turn, delighting in the seeming lack of “synchronicity” in all events that transpired, I simply chuckled smugly in the knowledge that it is only with loss can things be gained.  Clacking away at my email, with patience, acceptance, and flowing as water might, I was brought a piece of bread with cream cheese out of the blue and at a time when my hunger was at a peak, and my green tea was hottest.  I’m so close something cohesive, I can taste it.  I need to start looking more inward, as the truth is nothing that needs to be found.  Turns out, I've been rubbing soap all over it every morning.  It's only when I did it with the lights out that I started to see better.