This excerpt from a Rumi poem stopped me in my tracks today:
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days…
The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.
What erroneous notions of truth have you been clutching that need to be shaken out of you?