I woke up from a nap today and I heard this poem by Rumi move through me, in that special half way place between sleep and awake.
It's called Love Dogs and it makes my heart ache with it's beauty.
One night a man was crying,
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 knows the names of.
Give your life to be one of them.
We are the Love Dogs.
They are our true nature.
They call out to the world to be comforted and understood - for connection and to create that sense of belonging.
They are the ones that praise, because a part of them have been woken up.
We cry out, because we have known Love.
That longing you feel in your heart? It's the One calling to you, not the other way around.
The Love Dogs among us sing our songs of devotion, because our hearts have been broken open.
"Give your life to be one of them."
Ps: Did you love this post? If so, why not share it below! It might be just what one of your friends needs to read today.