Stories/Parables/Koans: The Wound (part 2)

Today’s Parable comes from an “an African-American employee of [advertising agency] Wieden + Kennedy.” A more complete background behind these words can be found Here.



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“What was it like
when you realized your brothers were
jealous and what they planned to do?”

“I felt like a lion with a chain around
its neck. Not degraded by the chain, and
not complaining, but just waiting for my
power to be recognized.

“How about down in the well, and in
prison? How was it then?”

“Like the moon when it’s getting
smaller, yet knowing the fullness to
come. Like a seed pearl ground in the
mortar for medicine, that knows it will
now be the light of the human eye.

Like a wheat grain that breaks open in
the ground, then grows, then gets
harvested, then crushed in the mill for
flour, then baked, then crushed again
between teeth to become a person’s
deepest understanding.
Lost in Love, like songs the planters
sing the night after they sow the seed.”


One Quote, One Card: Seeding Mistakes & Beautiful Stumbles

To make mistakes is human; to stumble is commonplace; to be able to laugh at yourself is maturity.

— William Arthur Ward

Acceptance vs Rejection

Acceptance vs Rejection

Behaviors are like seeds — you reap what you sow — and if that’s what you believe, and all you believe, you end up merely becoming the sum of past actions. But with the practice of observing the consequences of behavior and changing them to appropriately meet Life’s demands, we become Gardeners of our existence. Without the practice of self-inquiry, failure is seen as a roadblock or a reason to give up altogether. However, with  mindfulness and monitoring, we learn to see mistakes as lessons along the path — instructions for how not to plant the seeds of our time, attention, energy and power.


The Gardener learns from her mistakes, makes adjustments, and returns to the garden just as enthusiastic as she did the season before. She allows the soil to direct her, and not the other way around. This is the “dance” in BeBeautifulandDance — do as you know to do, monitor what happens, go along with the consequences and adjust as necessary.

May we yield to Life today, accept our stumbles, and be beautiful in our mistakes. 





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Rumi Moment of the Week: The Grave of This Body


I mean Rumi has some really dope bars right?!

The first time I heard this quote I think I shuddered a little bit. But the poem though, the entire poem is freedom.

It is kind of a given that the TRUTH cannot be contained in words — how could you describe God? Yet I believe Rumi and other mystic poets have found a way to see into Divine space and then translate what has been experienced.

Wake and Walk Out
(or as I like to call it: Get Free)

If I flinched at every grief, I
would be an intelligent idiot. If

I were not the sun, I’d ebb and
flow like sadness. If you were not

my guide, I’d wander lost in Sanai.
If there were no light, I’d keep

opening and closing the door. If
there were no rose garden, where

would the morning breezes go? If
love did not want music and laughter

and poetry, what would I say? If
you were not medicine, I would look

sick and skinny. If there were no
leafy limbs in the air, there would

be no wet roots. If no gifts were
given, I’d grow arrogant and cruel.

If there were no way into God, I
would not have lain in the grave of

this body so long. If there were no
way from left to right, I could not

be swaying with the grasses. If
there were no grace and no kindness,

conversation would be useless, and
nothing we do would matter. Listen

to the new stories that begin every
day. If light were not beginning

again in the east, I would not now
wake and walk out inside this dawn.