as usual, manose found time to make a few new friends...
we shared our love for rafia with stories and anecdotes, which were full of laughter and tears...deep sharings on how honoured we all feel to have him in our lives.
it was a bit overwhelming for the recipient, but if any one could handle it, the love dawg could – and did - with grace, humour, and of course, tears!
walk on rafia...!
if you’re wondering how rafia became the ‘love dawg’ check this rumi poem below.
those of you who know him from our holiday groups will remember his readings of hafiz and rumi during morning satsang.
when he came out with this one, we both immediately recognised ourselves as the love dogs we are...
you can draw your own conclusions on that one.
here’s the poem:
One night a man was crying, “Allah, Allah”
His lips grew sweet with the praising.
Until a cynic said, “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.
He dreamed he saw Kidhr, the guide for the souls,
in thick, green foliage.
“Why did you stop praising?”
“Because I have never heard anything back”
“This longing you express is the returned message.
The grief you cry out from draws you towards union.
Your pure sadness that wants help is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of the dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.
There are love dogs that no one knows the name of.
Give your life to be one of them”.
Rumi
and of course, there was a song or two – i knocked up a little song in his honour, called 'the love dog blues'...
“he walks into the room / shakes his long shaggy tail / menfolk stop and stare / and the women begin to wail / they say ‘it’s the love dawg!’/ that ol’ love dawg’s come sniffin’ around / better lock up your daughters mister / the love dawg’s back in town.’
etc etc...!
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