As I contemplated what I might write today, I was looking out my window. I haven't posted any pictures updating the view in a while, a view that only provides confirmation of what I wrote above.
The word that came to me in that moment was liminality: the space between one thing and another. We are clearly somewhere between winter and spring right now, so I thought this untitled Rumi poem would be appropriate as we continue to celebrate National Poetry Month.
look at love
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love
look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend
why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how the unknown merges into the known
why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last
look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs
look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once
the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together
look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox
you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me
be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don’t get mixed up with bitter words
my beloved grows right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be
As someone living in a world of gray who does better when things are black and white, I can always use another reminder to embrace "how things blend." Even the forecast asks me to do the same!
During this time when nature is giving us daily lessons on liminality, may we embrace the space in between where union grows.
Let us walk in the holy presence.
