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I was wondering what Rumi implied by the baby's forgetfulness of the wet nurse. This is a wonderful poem by Rumi that helps to provoke our thinking.
When a baby is taken from the wet nurse,
it easily forgets her
and starts eating solid food.
Seeds feed awhile on ground,
then lift up into the sun.
So you should taste the filtered light
and work your way toward wisdom
with no personal covering.
That's how you came here, like a star
without a name. Move across the night sky
with those anonymous lights.
Thanks to www.armory.com and to Coleman Barks Maypop for the translation.
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