His wife has taken to forgetting. He is wearied by the care. Repeating the same questions over and over. No answer stays long with her. She asks again.
Shall I tell you what it is to know?
To say you know when you know,
And to say you do not, when you do not,
That is knowledge.
Does living a life of not knowing mean that when Alzheimer's comes I won't realize what I never realized before?
In prison today we listened to Rumi's poem several times.
Every form you see has its archetype in the placeless world;
If the form perished, no matter, since its original is everlasting.
Every fair shape you have seen, every deep saying you have heard,
Be not cast down that it perished; for that is not so.
Whereas the spring-head is undying, its branch gives water continually;
Since neither can cease, why are you lamenting?
Conceive the Soul as a fountain, and these created things as rivers:
While the fountain flows, the rivers run from it.
Put grief out of your head and keep quaffing this river water;
Do not think of the water failing; for this water is without end.
From the moment you came into the world of being,
A ladder was placed before you that you might escape.
First you were mineral, later you turned to plant,
Then you became animal: how should this be a secret to you?
Afterwards you were made man, with knowledge, reason, faith;
Behold the body, which is a portion of the dust-pit, how perfect it has grown!
When you have traveled on from man, you will doubtless become an angel;
After that you are done with this earth: your station is in heaven.
Pass again even from angelhood: enter that ocean,
That your drop may become a sea which is a hundred seas of 'Oman.
Leave this 'Son,' say ever 'One' with all your soul;
If your body has aged, what matter, when the soul is young?
(-- Poem by Rumi)
From Son to One.
Each emergence to a new situation calls for faith. Faith is trust in love. It sees though empty darkness covering us and whispers to the vacancy that All shall be well! No matter what, All shall be well!
The "situs," the "place" we find ourselves occupying, is a holy place.
God is this moment taking place.
Faith says yes to the longing to discover God in situ
Walking up to a familiar stranger someone says: "I can't place you."