Monday, April 16, 2018

NPM 4-16: Lord, the air smells good ...

Today I'm sharing a poem by Rumi.

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.

Happy Monday all.

1 comment:

  1. WOW.
    Man, I clearly need to read more Rumi. Thanks for sharing this one. Between holiness in ironing, and eating/drinking the air like this... I'm finding my tribe!