Nests In Your Palm
What makes the wings return in the spring,
I know all about.
And what makes them leave again
before the snow weighs down their
need for flight?
That feeling too I am familiar with.
Look at your own migration
from spirit to form and back,
so many times.
What is there to learn before you can
retire and cease such an arduous journey?
Discovering that heaven nests in your palm.
"Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of more invisible game. Think how it is to have a conversation with an embryo. You might say, "The world outside is vast and intricate. There are wheatfields and mountain passes, and orchards in bloom. At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding." You ask the embryo why he, or she, stays cooped up in the dark with eyes closed. Listen to the answer. There is no "other world." I only know what I've experienced." - Rumi
What does "weaning yourself" mean? Is it to discover that heaven nests in your palm? Or to find whatever personal revelation is needed to drive you onward into the galaxy? When I shared this quote with my dad years ago, he said: "Rumi asks the question, 'What do you know?' I will ask another, 'What do you remenber?'"
It's a great question, on this ardurous journey (life), with the need for flight (transformation), what will we remember? Probably the times when our spirit feels most alive, and closest to that heaven within us.
What makes the wings return in the spring,
I know all about.
And what makes them leave again
before the snow weighs down their
need for flight?
That feeling too I am familiar with.
Look at your own migration
from spirit to form and back,
so many times.
What is there to learn before you can
retire and cease such an arduous journey?
Discovering that heaven nests in your palm.
"Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of more invisible game. Think how it is to have a conversation with an embryo. You might say, "The world outside is vast and intricate. There are wheatfields and mountain passes, and orchards in bloom. At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding." You ask the embryo why he, or she, stays cooped up in the dark with eyes closed. Listen to the answer. There is no "other world." I only know what I've experienced." - Rumi
What does "weaning yourself" mean? Is it to discover that heaven nests in your palm? Or to find whatever personal revelation is needed to drive you onward into the galaxy? When I shared this quote with my dad years ago, he said: "Rumi asks the question, 'What do you know?' I will ask another, 'What do you remenber?'"
It's a great question, on this ardurous journey (life), with the need for flight (transformation), what will we remember? Probably the times when our spirit feels most alive, and closest to that heaven within us.
Hungry Eyes (1987), Eric Carmen
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