#297 Finding Hope

There is a woman I know, an ardent Trumpist who crows out her delight at his every utterance. I, the one who teaches of the surging ocean of love, can only approach her snarling.

Then I came upon this Rumi poem.

Are you jealous of the ocean’s generosity?
Why would you refuse to give
this love to anyone?
Fish don’t hold the sacred liquid in cups!
They swim the huge fluid freedom.

The current Republican cabal is a huge challenge to me. But they are also a blessing in a way, because they remind me every day to return to what I know to be true for me — love is the worthy path, and be active in The Resistance. Those two together, that is how I replace fear with hope.

 

1 thought on “#297 Finding Hope

  1. Wonderful words, Jett. Eases what I want to say is fear but it really isn’t “fear”, it’s almost humorous to think that this great nation has chosen this path. I live on my hilltop in peace hoping “this too shall pass” and love will prevail.

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