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, written by Jeremy. Read the commentary.

Bahauddin, the father of Rumi:

When I deeply know my senses, I feel in them the way to God and the purpose of living:

Look at this surprising flower
which cannot be seen, and yet
its fragrance cannot be hidden.

God is the invisible flower. Love is the flower’s fragrance, everywhere apparent.

So much of spiritual thought has meaning for all of life. Too often it gets sequestered into the tiny, quiet corners of life where it lives without power or meaning.

Like the surprising flower, described by Bahauddin above, we often stop at the fragrance. We blissfully sniff about but never look for the flower.

We sit in front of colleges who’s eyes betray a passion we have never understood; we let it go untouched. We watch our bosses physically ladden with guilt and doubt and we never reach for the soul of that pain. We greet our spouses with the veneer of a successful day but never describe that one, single moment when our hearts leaped for joy or when every ounce of hope drained from our being.

I wrote earlier about a kind of knowing that’s independent of academic pedigree. That whole idea pivots on an intention to find Bahauddin’s flowers.

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