O high-flying falcon! The Tree of Life is thy perch.

Excerpt

Told I thee yester-morn how the Iris of heaven Brought to me in my cup a gospel of joy? O high-flying falcon! the Tree of Life is thy perch; This nook of grief fits thee ill for a nest. Hearken! they call to thee down from the ramparts of heaven; I cannot divine what holds thee here in a net. I, too, have a counsel for thee; O mark it and keep it.

Source Jâmî, Salâmân and Absâl, 30, §23 · 📖 Read the full passage

✨ To meditate on today

According to Jami, the Persian Sufi poet, the soul is like a falcon made for the heights: its true home is the Tree of Life, not a nook of grief, and heaven keeps calling it to take flight. Today, if you feel caught in a “net” of sadness or worries, go outside for a few minutes, lift your eyes to the sky and do one simple thing that lifts you up: a prayer, a song, a step toward someone.

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