LOVE DOGS
One night a man was crying, “Allah, Allah!”
His lips grew sweet with the praising, until a cynic said, “So! I have heard you calling out, but have you ever gotten any response?”
The man had no answer for that. He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep. He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls, in a thick, green foliage, “Why did you stop praising?” “Because I’ve never heard anything back.”
“This longing you express is the return message.”
The grief you cry out from draws you toward union. Your pure sadness that wants help is the secret cup. Listen to the moan of a dog for its master. That whining is the connection. There are love dogs no one know the names of. Give you life to be one of them.
Poem by Rumi
REFLECTION:
- Are you looking…listening for answers and believe there has been no response?
- What is the longing you express in the return message?
- What then?