Whatever comes, comes from a need,
a sore distress, a hurting want.
Mary's pain made the baby Jesus.
Her womb opened its lips
and spoke the Word.
Every part of you has a secret language.
Your hands and your feet say what you've done.
And every need brings in what's needed.
Pain bears its cure like a child.
Having nothing produces provisions.
Ask a difficult question,
and the marvelous answer appears.
Build a ship and there'll be water
to float it. The tender-throated
infant cries and milk drips
from the mother's breast.
But thirst for the ultimate water,
and then be ready for what will
come pouring from the spring.
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Joy at Sudden Disappointment; Rumi, Coleman Barks
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Don't grieve for what doesn't come.
Some things that don't happen
keep disasters from beginning.
If the beloved is everywhere,
the lover is a veil,
but when living itself becomes
the Friend, lovers disappear.
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