Flicking through Rumi’s The Big Red Book again and as often happens something has jumped out that I’ve either missed before or not processed very well
”There are invisible aspects to being sentient and embodied. Consciousness is invisible. Love is invisible. Both are immeasurable....Mystery is everywhere. Do not try to find the meanings. There is hiding implicit in creation. Something is always being concealed. Never think you know what that is....”
Does this mean there’s no point in wondering? Or does it mean that, no matter how much we wonder, there will always be more than we can even imagine?
Or does it suggest we sit with the thought; just sit with it. If we can’t know what is hidden, who is it hidden from and who did the hiding?