The quote “The wound is the place where the Light enters you” is attributed to the 13th-century Persian poet commonly known as Rumi. Rumi’s poetry often contains deep spiritual and philosophical insights, and this particular quote is often interpreted as a metaphorical expression of personal growth, transformation, and spiritual awakening. In the context of this quote, “the wound” symbolizes the struggles, pain, and challenges that men experience in their sex lives. These wounds can be emotional, psychological, or even physical. Rumi’s words suggest that it is through these moments of difficulty and pain that an opportunity for profound change and illumination arises. The “Light” entering through the wound signifies spiritual awakening, understanding spirituality, self-discovery, and inner wisdom. Rumi’s words affirm that from darkness emerges purpose, insight, and connection. Despite challenges, growth and transformation are possible, leading to greater light and understanding. – Rūmī
Isn’t this so true. I prefer friendships with those who have suffered and survived and learned love through that process. It is for this reason that so many men who have stumbled and fallen and picked themselves up and recreated themselves in a new reality of acceptance, within the limits enforced by circumstances show such tolerance of others. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, the limp with which Jacob emerges from his struggles -(Gen 32:22-31) but the sun rises over Penuel and he emerges as the one who struggled with God and yet survived. Yep. The sun does rise and we carry on, even with a limp to show our wounds for life, we triumph and are changed and our wounds shine that sunlight. Thanks Seb for giving us this Rumi quote. – BoB
Come into the light and reveal your inner sanctum. The hole from which desires abound and men yearn to be inside.
Plow my field and thrust deeply, seed me and fill me with your creamy essence
Oh, you beautiful men!
This poem by Dylan Thomas speaks to the theme of this posting.
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
BY DYLAN THOMAS
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
HaPenis Xmas AJ, i really love this poem. It draws you in, and tempts you to re-read it. Every time I do, I’m more certain that the poem was actually written for me. It’s very dark, and as I have always loved the darkness, as that was where my light came from.
I will definitely make the poem into a post, but I’ll have to find some amazing pictures to go with it.
Bless You!
HaPenis Xmas Mr Cox. Ever onward toward the Light!
Here here. Hapenis Christmas Mr Cox. Keep raging against the dark. You’ve encouraged so many of your brothers to do so. Seasons greetings dear “friend” for that is what we feel of thee.
Isn’t this so true. I prefer friendships with those who have suffered and survived and learned love through that process. It is for this reason that so many men who have stumbled and fallen and picked themselves up and recreated themselves in a new reality of acceptance, within the limits enforced by circumstances show such tolerance of others. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, the limp with which Jacob emerges from his struggles -(Gen 32:22-31) but the sun rises over Penuel and he emerges as the one who struggled with God and yet survived. Yep. The sun does rise and we carry on, even with a limp to show our wounds for life, we triumph and are changed and our wounds shine that sunlight. Thanks Seb for giving us this Rumi quote.