Friday, December 30, 2011

Happy New year!!!

I wish you all a happy happy new year filled with health, joy and love.

Artwork by Mariam Marinet

As with previous years, 2011 came to me with its lessons.

I learned a little more about human beings, which is a subject I am passionate about.
I also learned about treason, evil and dirt, which I do not like much as you can imagine :).!! 

I discovered how some people, because of their color, their situation or simply a superiority complex they have would try to control you and take advantage of you.

I discovered that no matter the teachings of history, no matter that we now live in the 21st century, some old demons are still alive. 

With no surprise, it is love that allowed me to go through this experience.... Love from my family, love from my friends, and love from the Beloved. 

He put a guide in my path in the "person" of Rumi. 
Rumi is a persian poet and sufi mystic from the 13 century. I only discovered his great work this year and I am deeply touched by his poetry as I have not been by any poet before.

I think I know why, it is because he speaks the simple language of love and truth, which is the universal language of the soul.

And then all this to arrive at this simple conclusion: My soul belongs to the Beloved as it has always been and as it will always be......and that's it :)

So, intelligent people, please listen to your heart, you would do yourself and the world a great favor!!! 
Kindly people, please stay kind, as you are making the world a better place!!!

The poem of Rumi below is my gift to all of you, as it is a gift of love and sharing, and I wish it will accompany you through a bright 2012. Happy new year to you! 

Be with those who help your being

Be with those who help your being.
Do not sit with indifferent people,
whose breath comes cold out of their mouths. 
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper. 
A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces. 
If you do not try to fly, and so break yourself apart, 
you will be broken open by death, 
when it is too late for all you could become. 
Leaves get yellow. 
The tree puts out fresh roots and makes them green. 
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?

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