27) Gratitude Day 7: Breaking Your Vows

I am grateful for a Rumi poem. It’s the opening poem to the beautiful book, The Illuminated Rumi.

“Come, come, whoever you are! Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come!”

I love this poem because it is like a flower. Flowers are beautiful. But they grow in the shit and death of the micro organismic world that we pretend we are different from. Without death and shit, no flowers.