SUNDAY WISDOM
You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.
– Jalal ad-Din Rumi
February 7th, 2010 at 2:39 pm
Great piece of “Sunday Wisdom” and it couldn’t be any more appropriate in summing up my weekend. When I first read it I wondered if you were referring to the storm we got in the north east. El Meano, dumped over two feet of snow in our area. I’ve been shoveling for the past two days and really do not wish to move another spoonful of the stuff. I finally finished today and am happy to report my sublime fountain from within is gushing. Hope this finds all my Frienduzis well.
Your Frienduzi,
Aduzi
February 7th, 2010 at 9:54 pm
I have to say that I have to agree with Aduzi about this weekend’s Sunday wisdom and how it sums up our weekend. In fact, for many years your Sunday Wisdom has inspired great comments, especially like this one and what our Frienduzi left behind.
I have much to share with you Mr. Coppola, but for now I will part like this:
Getting over being dumped on isn’t always easy, but thank God for snow-blower’s, because we’ve plowed new paths. Thanks for sharing, caring and for reading.
February 8th, 2010 at 10:54 am
I never read the book “The Count of Monte Cristo” but saw the movie with Richard Chamberlain and Tony Curtis.
Edmond! So… the light begins to break! Our sailor boy back from the isle of the dead, eh?Insisting on his revenge and getting it! I begin to see, yes! Caderousse dead. Danglars dead. Villefort confined to an asylum. Is it my turn, Edmond?
Edmond Dantes: It is.
and of course the Library only has the children’s version but I sent for the adult one and it is 1269 pages long and I have to send it back, leaving for NC but I found it on line. It is beautifully written…..and political.
February 9th, 2010 at 11:55 am
Rumi’s love for, and his bereavement at the death of, Shams found their expression in an outpouring of music, dance, and lyric poems, Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi. He himself went out searching for Shams and journeyed again to Damascus. There, he realized:
Why should I seek? I am the same as
He. His essence speaks through me.
I have been looking for myself![25]
For more than ten years after meeting Shams, Mawlana had been spontaneously composing ghazals (Persian poems), and these had been collected in the Divan-i Kabir or Diwan Shams Tabrizi
February 10th, 2010 at 12:00 pm
I have experienced the internal fountain before.
In a sense it is to have life flow out of you, rather than in to you.
I would associate an actual describable perhaps physiological phenomena with the idea of the internal fountain. I have good reason to believe that all humans have experienced this, though they may not have realized it, and those who do realize it describe it in various ways.
The first time I experienced it I was a very young child. I was sitting on the kitchen counter. My mother was talking to me about her deep beliefs of life. When she finished, I asked her not to stop. When she asked me why I told her, “because I feel a tree growing inside of me, and it is hungry.”
I would still describe it as feeling like a tree, or a seed planted in the heart, or a fountain of water.
I truly think that everyone has experienced something like this before. In this sense I believe that everyone is fundamentally good, and it takes quite a bit of work for a person to truly go bad.