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JELALADDIN RUMI once evoked the world as ‘this crooked old wheel, old witch full of magic and tricks’. And so it appears here, in this kaleidoscope of wonders, dazzling and beguiling and promising the earth. A fantastical water wheel milling illusions, turned by the wings of fluttering butterflies, dripping cascades and dancing rainbows, its colourful abundance enchants our hearts and minds, chaining them to the smaller picture, in a bondage so gentle it remains undetected.
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Yet, there is so much more than this, this wheel of fate of the Hindus, in whose inexorable round we turn, for life after earthly life of forgetfulness and delusion. Why settle for less than everything? Through meditation, it is possible to pass through this illusory rainbow into a realm where its pleasures seem paltry and plastic compared to the majesty of what lies beyond. |