The same wind that uproots the trees, makes the grasses shine.
The lordly wind loves the weakness and the lowliness of the grasses.
The axe doesnt worry how thick the branches are. It cuts them to pieces… but not the leaves. It leaves the leaves alone.
The motion of the body, the inhaling and exhaling, comes from the spirit… now angry… now peaceful. Wind destroys and wind protects.
“There is no reality but God” says the completely surrendered sheikh, who is an ocean for all beings. The levels of creation are straws in that ocean.
The movement of the straws comes from agitation in the water. When the ocean wants the straws calm, it sends them close to shore, When it wants them back in the deep surge, it does with them as the wind does with the grasses.