Sufism For Lunch

"A thousand suns in a thousand courtyards til all the walls come down"
That's what the piece of paper taped to the bulletin board said.

"Hey, Louise, I have a question."

I was in her office, in the process of cleaning her condo, and I'd been trying to make sense of it for several minutes.
My favorite part of cleaning house for her is lunchtime - not because she feeds my body, but because she feeds my mind.
We sit outside in the shade of a huge yucca. I choose the glider swing, feasting my eyes on distant faded purple mountains in a setting of lush green grass enclosed by a weathered, split rail fence.
And I learn things.

Throughout her house, Everywhere you turn, you see images and symbolism from every religion on the planet. Louise is a Sufi - a seeker of truth and love, one of the most calming, interesting, interested, educated, spiritual, therapist that I know.

This is how she explained that phrase from a Rumi poem:

If we live in a place with walls all around us, we look up at the sun and think it belongs only to us. That we're the only ones seeing it. This is our god. But if we tear down the walls, we see that we are all looking at, admiring, adoring the same sun. The same God. It really doesn't matter how we pray to that God or look at that sun. It's the same being in the sky for all of us. We just acknowledge it differently.

Beautiful. Meaningful. Thought provoking. Sufism.