I recall driving through the Midwest a few years ago and picking up a scratchy and somewhat spotty local version of our American public radio where someone on some show observed how the most popular love poet in America was culturally a Persian (read Iranian), born in Afghanistan and died in Turkey, now dead something in the neighborhood of eight hundred years.
They were, of course, speaking of Jalaladin Rumi. Today is his birthday.
I am endlessly grateful for this wise teacher, a prophet of the way of heart, of love as wisdom. A true child of Islam, a witness to a way beyond greed and ego-centricism…
Thank you Rumi! May blessings rest upon your name…
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