"As those with business ideas
were driven from the temple courtyard,
so bitter, self-important people need to be excluded
from the mix being stirred in this day's great wooden bowl."
Sometimes, truth choose you, or jumps out at you, when you need it.
In these dangerous times for freedom, as hell-bent thugs and their leader threaten our country, even going to sleep can be difficult.
Rather than take a sleeping pill or anxiety medicine, I often turn to soothing wisdom of the Catholic seer Thomas Merton, or to the Persian mystic and poet Rumi.
Their books are by the bed, and I'll just randomly open one of them up and start reading.
So it was last night, when opened Rumi's The Big Red Book, and these lines from the section, title "The Majesty," the poem, "This Day's Great Wooden Bowl" leaped out. He lived from 1207 to 1273. Amazing perspective.