Hello and welcome to day two.
Today we will explore longing.
Not the kind of longing that reaches outward but the deep pull within,
The ache that tells us we are not separate but simply homesick for ourselves.
Rumi speaks to this beautifully in his poem about the reed flute,
An instrument cut from its source,
Singing of the sorrow of separation and the desire to return.
Take a breath.
Let the body arrive.
And let the longing in you soften,
Even if just a little.
Listen to the reed as it sings.
Ever since I was cut from the reed bed,
My music is sorrow and yearning.
I seek the heart that understands my song.
The flute cries not from pain,
But from love,
From the memory of a place it came from,
From the desire to return.
There is a kind of yearning that isn't brokenness,
It's not emptiness,
But it's the quiet hum of the soul calling us home.
When we pause,
When we breathe,
We can feel it.
Not as suffering,
But as direction.
Longing doesn't need to be resolved.
It simply needs to be listened to.
So,
Let's do that now.
Let's listen inwardly.
Begin by softening your breath.
Let it move in and out like a gentle tide.
Feel the breath in the chest.
And,
Beneath the breath,
Notice what is alive.
Maybe it's a feeling,
A sensation,
A longing.
Let that longing take shape.
Not with words,
But with awareness.
Where do you feel it?
What is its texture?
Its temperature?
You don't need to fix it.
Just welcome it.
Allow it to speak in its own language.
Visualise yourself as the reed flute.
Hollow,
Open,
Shaped by breath.
You,
Too,
Were separated once.
But the music you carry still remembers its source.
Breathe gently.
Let each breath be like a note of that song.
A song that says,
I remember where I came from and I'm on my way home.
Now,
Rest in that awareness of the song.
It's not necessary to understand it.
You don't even need to hear it.
Just trust that it is there.
If your mind wanders,
Simply come back to the breath.
Come back to the quiet ache.
Not as a burden,
Though.
As something sacred.
This longing is love.
Just allow yourself to simply be here.
Present,
Listening,
Complete and all.
Longing is no flaw.
Longing is your compass.
Longing is the reed singing.
Longing is your soul remembering.
Let it lead you,
Gently and steadily.
Back home,
Back to yourself.
Thank you so much for joining me today for this poem and meditation.
Tomorrow,
We will be looking at This is How a Human Being Can Change.
I look forward to seeing you then.
Have a wonderful rest of your day.
Go in peace.
Namaste.
