Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries
within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown across the garden,
free medecine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer,
the birds in praise,
the first blue violets kneeling.
Whatever came from Being
is caught up in being,
drunkenly forgetting the way back.
-Rumi
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| A Gathering of Trees Adare, County Limerick, Ireland |
1 comment:
TR, this is a lovely and wonderful post!
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