I had the opportunity to speak to a very dear friend of mine today, who told me about their experience at a naturopathic clinic in Old town, Washington DC ... 
Not just any regular naturopathic clinic, this one had a zen touch to it ... 
With the use of meditation and breathing excercises, it takes the patient through a spiritual journey, that allows them to discover in the hollow depths of themsleves ... Allowing the individual to understand, that the problem they seek to find help for, is actually from within ... The same place, where the cure is waiting as well ... 
And so while listening to my friend, I remembered this poem by Rumi that I had read:


For ages you have come and gone
Courting this delusion

For ages you have run from the pain
and forfeited the ecstacy

So come, return to the root of the root
Of your your own soul

Although you appear in earthly form
Your essence is pure Conciousness

You are the fearless guardian
Of Divine Light

So come, return to the root of the root
Of you own soul

When you lose all sense of self
The bonds of a thousand chains will vanish

Lose yourself completely
Return to the root of the root
Of your own soul

You descended from Adam, by the Word of God
But you turned your sight
To the empty show of this world

Alas, how can you be satisfied with so little ???

So come, return to the root of the root
Of your own soul

Why are you so enchanted by this world
When a mine of gold lies within you ???

Open your eyes and come 

Return to the root of the root
Of your own soul

You were born from the rays of God's Majesty
When the stars were in their perfect place

How long will you suffer from the blows
Of a nonexistent hand ???

So come, return to the root of the root
Of your own soul

You are a ruby encased in granite
How long will you deceive Us with this outer show ???

O friend, We can see the truth in your eyes

So come, return to the root of the root
Of your own soul

After one moment with that glorious Friend
You became loving, radiant, and ecstatic

Your eyes were sweet and full of fire

Come, return to the root of the root
Of your own soul

Shams-e Tabriz, the King of the Tavern
Has handed you an eternal cup

And God in all His glory is pouring the wine

So come  
Drink

Return to the root of the root
Of your own soul

- Rumi


I went to the naturopathic clinic yesterday ... 
And this is what the sign beside the doctors office door read:

God cures every disease

And doctors collect all the fees :)

Peace and Blessings,
Jafar Alam