Such joy amidst the glimpses of deep darkness... generally not "long" in either case.  Always "endurable"... and ever balanced in a quiet PEACE that protects and elucidates.



Here is a Rumi poem of "drinking the bitter cup", and above, a graphic of the Child's Wild Ride of JOY!



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Grief settles thick in the throat

and lungs: thousands of sorrows



being suffered, clouds of cruelty,

all somehow from love. Wail and be



thirsty for your own blood. Climb

to the execution place. It is time.



The Nile flows red: the Nile flows

pure. Dry thorns and aloe wood are



the same until fire touches. A

warrior and a mean coward stand here



similar until arrows rain. Warriors

love battle. A subtle lion with



strategy gets the prey to run toward

him, saying Kill me again. Dead



eyes look into living eyes. Don't

try to figure this out. Love's work



looks absurd, but trying to find a

meaning will hide it more. Silence.



-- Ghazal (Ode) 1138

Version by Coleman Barks

"The Soul of Rumi"

HarperSanFrancisco, 2001