To: my fellow iThou community & visitors  

I recently went to a Rumi poetry event, with Coleman Barks reading an evening of poetry with a backdrop of enchanting live Persian music and dance. The evening was mesmerizing, stunning, and deeply moving to the soul. One particular poem was piercing—speaking, vividly to me. I thought it would be a perfect poem to share, here, at the end of this year’s passage…into another. May it speak to you in ways that will reach you deep—in your sacred meaning.

blessings,                                                                                                                                                                                                       YogiGypsi                                                                                                                                               ______________________________  

“The One Thing You Must Do”                                                                                                               Translation by Coleman Barks                                                                                                                                                                               Jalal ad-Din Rumi, 13th century Persian Poet & Sufi Philosopher  

“There is one thing in this world that you must never forget to do. If you forget everything else and not this, there's nothing to worry about; but if you remember everything else and forget this, then you will have done nothing in your life. It's as if a king has sent you to some country to do a task, and you perform a hundred other services, but not the one he sent you to do.  

So human beings come to this world to do particular work. That work is the purpose, and each is specific to the person. If you don't do it, it's as though a priceless Indian sword were used to slice rotten meat. It's a golden bowl being used to cook turnips, when one filing from the bowl could buy a hundred suitable pots. It's a knife of the finest tempering nailed into a wall to hang things on. You say, "But look, I'm using the dagger. It's not lying idle." Do you hear how ludicrous that sounds? For a penny, an iron nail could be bought to serve the purpose. You say, "But I spend my energies on lofty enterprises. I study jurisprudence and philosophy and logic and astronomy and medicine and all the rest." But consider why you do those things. They are all branches of yourself.  

Remember the deep root of your being, the presence of your lord. Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments. If you don't, you will be exactly like the man who takes a precious dagger and hammers it into his kitchen wall for a peg to hold his dipper gourd. You'll be wasting valuable keenness and foolishly ignoring your dignity and your purpose”.                                                                                                                                                                                           ______________________________