[blockquote source=”Rumi”]Why are you so enchanted by this world when a mine of gold lies within you? Open your eyes and come — Return to the root of the root of your own soul.”[/blockquote]

There are moments in our lives when we are wounded so deeply, we fear we’ll never find our way through again. In an instant, we are knocked from our feet – as desperation claims Hope’s final breath.

As sentient beings, we process loss in a slightly different way – beginning with mind, and cascading through to the deepest part of our souls. We fall to our knees, we curse, we hide away…we cry…we pray.

All for that one glimmer of light, in which faith is restored once again.

We live in a chaotic world, where change is inevitable – and yet still, we still suffer the pain of ‘not ever going back.’ We crave the soft coziness of familiarity, in whatever form it may manifest – both good, and bad.

In our minds, anything feels better than the groundlessness of change.

And yet, we spend so much time seeking a ‘better version’ of  our self –

When, unbeknownst, a ‘mine of gold’ lies already within.

The Root of the Root of Your Self by Jalaluddin Rumi

Don’t go away, come near.
Don’t be faithless, be faithful.
Find the antidote in the venom.
Come to the root of the root of yourself.

Molded of clay, yet kneaded
from the substance of certainty,
a guard at the Treasury of Holy Light –
come, return to the root of the root of your Self.

Once you get hold of selflessness,
You’ll be dragged from your ego
and freed from many traps.
Come, return to the root of the root of your Self.

You are born from the children of God’s creation,
but you have fixed your sight too low.
How can you be happy?
Come, return to the root of the root of your Self.

You were born from a ray of God’s majesty
and have the blessings of a good star.
Why suffer at the hands of things that don’t exist?
Come, return to the root of the root of your Self.

You are a ruby embedded in granite.
How long will you pretend it’s not true?
We can see it in your eyes.
Come to the root of the root of your Self.

You came here from the presence of that fine Friend,
a little drunk, but gentle, stealing our hearts
with that look so full of fire; so,
come, return to the root of the root of your Self.

Our master and host, Shamsi Tabrizi,
has put the eternal cup before you.
Glory be to God, what a rare wine!
So come, return to the root of the root of your Self.”