The soul as a falcon lost in the shadows of a dark world…

God is the king, and he wears the soul like an emperor wears the falcon upon his wrist.  It is a fabulous, proud, exultant image- the emperor, standing, having the drumbeats call the hawk of the soul to fly through darkness after darkness back to its eternal home on his wrist of light.  What Rumi is begging for is to hear at every instant, in every sound of wind, every screech of a car, in every word and every breath, the drumbeat of a king.  Always to make of this experience of life a constant yearning for origin.

Andrew Harvey, from ‘The Way of Passion’.


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