I've spent a lot of time lately, contemplating “my calling” and my old friend Rumi…the 12th century Sufi (Muslim mystic) has responded to my cries for help with this… "be lost in the call".
"Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call."
You know.. it does seem that feeling a call is the best part, just being asked is affirmation in itself… I can lose myself in that feeling alone! Knowing how to answer has been a struggle and ya know… it is not really important.
"Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream" What wonderful advice!
I have received several leads in regard to learning more about Lay Dominicans, and am looking forward to learning about the Dominican way and how the Spirit will want to use me. There are so many options for service...I love being open to options as much as I love learning about them - all part of the journey
Right now, I am looking forward to Memorial Day weekend – the unofficial beginning of Summer!
Peace
Keren
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Here is the entire Rumi poem (Coleman Barks translation)
Be Lost in the Call
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.
Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
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