Shamsoddin of Golbahar, the sun of spirituality, I am the moon. When we are face to face in friendship and metta, we are brothers on the path. Rumi was the revered scholar and teacher, and he left the seats of honor to sit next to Shams.
As if Shams knew about my reading today he calls me ot meditate at 2:30 Iran time, 6 AM USA time. It's -10 here in NYC, and it's 5 degrees celsius in Mashhad.
I was talking to a woman about how Carter tried to get us to switch to metric, but it didn't hold, didn't take. Carter was a visionary, America wasn't worthy of him, we stupidly chose Reagan, and even more stupidly chose Trump. Trump's administration, because who's kidding ourselves that he's making all the decisions, has issued a proclamation that perhaps will ban Iranians from traveling to the USA. We'll have to wait over 4 years for Shams to come visit me.
Two friends separated by corrupt regimes.
Had a rare 6 AM meditation with the new guy. 30 minutes even makes me feel rickety.
The 35% moon really accompanies us in our meditation.
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