Y’all know about my friend Tom and his journey of study toward the Sufi way. He has shared with me and you from time to time his views, sent me a few books, and suggested others that I might read. Luis needn’t worry, for everything I read or study about other faiths only strengthens my faith and my belief. Someone said — There are many pathways to God, I just choose the one I’m traveling, or words to that effect.(My apologies Luis, if I misquoted you or didn’t properly attribute this to you.) All this said I came across something this morning that I think is worthy of meditation. (Suzy will say right now, “it took you a long time to get there, get on with it.” Yes m’am.
“The symbol of the Chinese mystics is a branch laden with fruit in their hand.”
What does this mean? It means the purpose of life is to arrive where every moment is fruitful. But what does fruitful mean? Does it mean fruits for oneself? No! As Lyla would tell me. “Silly, trees don’t eat fruit.” To be fruitful means to bear fruit for others. Working for the benefit of others is the fruit of life.