Hi Herman, Thank you for writing to us. I always value your thoughts and friendship. I am very glad to find you beside us here. Friendship is the essence of life to me. How fortunate I am to have Sue and you here with me.
You have sent us a beautiful poem. In our mystical culture, the whole being was boiling in a single ocean when the sun shined and took part of it away separating it from the rest of the ocean. Then the vapor was forced to pour down in the form of rain drops in far away lands and the convoluted maze of an alien world. As a Persian poem says, "The drop of water is an ocean if it is in the ocean. Otherwise it is merely a drop and the ocean an ocean."
Whatever you hear in the universe, either the soft whisper of the fountains and the deafening noise of the roaring rivers, all tell the same story: The story of the love to return to our origin and the ocean that calls us back with every kiss that it puts on its vast shores.. From a single drop of water to the ocean and from the ocean to join another ocean and oceans and so on and so forth.
What journey are the philosophers in The West talking about? Do they speak of any journey at all? The way Rumi complained of a red flute which was separated from the reed bed?
Your brother, Ali
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