Seeking solace

Love dogs

One night a man was crying Allah. Allah.

His lips grew sweet with the praising,

until a cynic said, "So. I have heard you calling out,

but have you ever gotten any response?"

The man had no answer for that.

He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep

where he dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,

in a thick green foliage.

"Why did you stop praising?"

"Because I've never heard anything back."

This longing you express

is the return message.

The grief you cry out from

draws you toward union.

Your pure sadness that wants help

is the secret cup.

Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.

That whining is the connection.

There are love dogs no one knows the names of.

Give your life to be one of them.

~Rumi

Sometimes your own words might not be enough. But without the articulation of your thoughts into words, it weighs heavily in the heart. Threatening to overflow like a burst dam, no longer sufficient to hold what's inside.

Silence can only contain so much, at some point of time it has to be broken so new things could be filled into the empty space. Seeking solace in the words of others to understand your own hell, it provides an outlet that is completely necessary. It gives the questions a break from needing answers.

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Isn't that a good enough reason?