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 for 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.
You must be hallucinating.
-Rumi
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