"Those who throw dust at the sun, the dust falls in their own eyes."
Bowl of Saki, March 4, by Hazrat Inayat Khan
Dance of the Gods
Give what you can,
release what no longer serves you,
energy needs to move.
And the waves of the sea
never doubt ,
they belong
to the Ocean.
Become the wave,
become the sea,
become the place where ,
sea welcomes the wave,
as the weave merges into
the Sea.
The dust thrown at the sun
falls back on the eyes of the blind;
and the great Sufi said.
There is nothing to worry about little one,
apart from losing your connection
to self.
Which is in essence another
illusion.
The sun shines
on everyone:
the lost,
the sacred,
the hidden,
and the holy.
May the swirls of holy wood,
paint the beauty of your life
as Sau'rn
watches over
the Unfolding.
Amin.
