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 medicine 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

Saturday, March 1, 2008
The air smells good
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To get caught up in "being" is what life is all about. Thanks for sharing this poem. I value the author's reflections and wisdom. The nature image is also gorgeous.
Beautiful....
How beautiful. How excellent the Divine Oneness and Spirit of All. "Then sings my soul...How Great Thou ART!"
Nice pic too.
SpiritFREE1
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