Cry Out

CRY OUT IN YOUR WEAKNESS

A dragon was pulling a bear into its terrible mouth
A courageous man went and rescued the bear.

There are such helpers in the world, who rush to save
anyone who cries out. Like mercy itself,
they run toward the screaming.
And they can’t be bought off.

If you were to ask one of those, “Why did you come
so quickly?” he or she would say, “Because I heard your helplessness.”
Where lowland is,
that’s where water goes.
All medicine wants is pain to cure.

And don’t just ask for one mercy.
Let them flood in. Let the sky open under your feet.
Take the cotton out of your ears, the cotton
of consolations, so you can hear the sphere-music.
Push the hair out of your eyes.
Blow the phlegm from your nose,
and from your brain.
Let the wind breeze through.
Leave no residue in yourself from that bilious fever.
Take the cure for impotence,
that your manhood may shoot forth,
and a hundred new beings come of your coming.
Tear the binding from around the foot
of your soul, and let it race around the track
in front of the crowd.
Loosen the knot of greed
so tight on your neck.

Accept your new good luck.

Give your weakness
to one who helps.

Crying out loud and weeping are great resources.
A nursing mother, all she does
is wait to hear her child.
Just a little beginning-whimper,
and she’s there.
God created the child, that is, your wanting,
so that it might cry out, so that milk might come.

Cry out! Don’t be stolid and silent
with your pain. Lament! And let the milk
of loving flow into you.

The hard rain and wind
are ways the cloud has
to take care of us.

Be patient.
Respond to every call
that excites your spirit.
Ignore those that make you fearful
and sad, that degrade you
back toward disease and death.

RUMI

💙👣

I read this because my teacher, David, posted it on our Deep Massage Society page,

This opened the door for my own words to flow.

👣♥️.

She didn’t feel the need

To say much of anything

To anyone at all

She didn’t cry out

But instead she stood

With her hands wide open

Just like her heart

She breathed in and exhaled

Let every thought go wherever it would be received

Maybe someone needed the words she had written

Maybe someone would read between the lines

Maybe she would be able to give what another cried out for

Maybe so

She believed anyway

What she knew for absolute certainty

Was that The Creator knew her soul well, so well

Knew what she needed

What she wanted, too

Knew the treasures she was seeking

And how they would be found

As long as she continued

To stand with her hands open wide

Ready to receive

Whatever her heart believed

She had no need to cry out loud

Because the Universe could hear

The whispers of her soul

The itch of her fingers

To fill the voids

The way she stood

Beckoning with her hands

For things to fill in

Capture her imagination and fill up her heart

It was so simple

So beautiful

When she responded to every call that excited her spirit

By simply standing there

With the door to her heart wide open

And her hands ready to receive and to give

Just as freely

As her soul cried out for.

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead

4.15.20. 10 07a.m

http://www.jeannasoul.com

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