Aug 1, 2018
What I shared was excerpted from the On Being blog from writer Omid Safi's piece called, Seeking Community Here and Now.
In it Safi says—"As is so often the case, I go back to ancient mystical texts for wisdom and inspiration. This time I went back to an old Persian text, called the Rose Garden. The 13th century, Sa‘di’s Rose garden, is the masterpiece of Persian prose. For some 700 years in India, Central Asia, Iran, and beyond, the humanism of Sa‘di has been a mark of erudition and cultured civilization. In the text, the great Persian poet Sa‘di talks about a person having gone to a public bath. There, someone brought that person a piece of clay from a beloved. The clay was ever so fragrant… like a rose.
The person begins a dialogue with the piece of clay. (Don’t freak out. In these genres of literature, people talk with inanimate objects all the time.)
Are you Musk? Or amber? Your scent is
The clay answers back:
I am just a humble piece of clay.
But for a day or two
I’ve kept the fellowship of roses.
It’s their companionship
that has had an impact on me.
Otherwise, I am just ordinary clay."