Fatima Moses

“One dervish to another, What was your vision of God’s presence?
-I haven’t seen anything.
But for the sake of conversation, I’ll tell you a story.

God’s presence is there in front of me, a fire on the left, a lovely
stream on the right.
One group walks toward the fire, into the fire, another toward the
sweet flowing water.
No one knows which are blessed and which not.
Whoever walks into the fire appears suddenly in the stream.
A head goes under on the water surface, that head pokes out of the
fire.

Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.
Those who love the water of pleasure and make it their devotion are
cheated with this reversal.
The trickery goes further.
The voice of the fire tells the truth saying, I am not fire. I am
fountainhead. Come into me and don’t mind the sparks.

If you are a friend of God, fire is your water.
You should wish to have a hundred thousand sets of mothwings, so you
could burn them away, one set a night.
The moth sees light and goes into the fire. You should see fire and
go toward the light. Fire is what of God- is world-consuming. Water,
world-protecting.

Somehow each gives the appearance of the other. To these eyes you
have now, what looks like water, burns. What looks like fire is
a great relief to be inside.”
― Rumi