Outside, the freezing desert night.
This other night inside grows warm, kindling.
Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.
We have a soft garden in here.
The continents blasted,
cities and little towns, everything
become a scorched, blackened ball.

The news we hear is full of grief for that future,
but the real news inside here
is there’s no news at all.

Entering the Secret Garden

Carl Jung once said, “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” Often, when we look inside the psyche, we find cold desert nights, where wastelands of unrealized dreams or under-realized potential hold us back from engaging that dream we yearn to see come to fruition.

However, this need not be the case. That empty space often exists because we lock ourselves in need to compare ourselves to others. In comparing our lives to the presented lives of others, we willingly submit to the illusion that another person’s reality is somehow an objective truth. In doing so, we engage a fallacy of logic, locking us into the subjective truth of another versus a personal truth that should guide our soul journey forward.

As Einstein so admirably noted, “Logic will get you from A to Z; imagination will get you everywhere.”

When you go within, what news is there? Do you feel grief, yearning, longing, envy, compassion, empathy, or love? Can you let it go? My guess, what is there is what you chose to keep in there, the only true litmus of control we have upon our lives. The good thing is, it has already passed, and there is no news at all.

As always, my friends, namaste. I hope you enjoyed this little excursion into the beauty of Rumi. May blessings find you on your journey to advance confidently in the direction of your dreams.

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