The Universe

What if someone said to an embryo in the womb,

‘Outside of your world of black nothing

is a miraculously ordered universe;

a vast Earth covered with tasty food;

mountains, oceans and plains,

fragrant orchards and fields full of crops;

a luminous sky beyond your reach,

with a sun, moonbeams, and uncountable stars;

and there are winds from south, north and west,

and gardens replete with sweet flowers

like a banquet at a wedding feast.

The wonders of this world are beyond description.

What are you doing living in a dark prison,

Drinking blood through that narrow tube?’

But the womb- world is all an embryo knows

And it would not be particularly impressed

By such amazing tales, saying dismissively:

‘You’re crazy. That is all a deluded fantasy.’

One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.

You’ll say, ‘ I can’t believe I was so asleep!

How did I ever forget the truth?

How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness

Are anything other than bad dreams.’

- Rumi

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Republished with permission from

‘Rumi Wisdom – Daily Teachings from the Great Sufi Master’

by Timothy Freke