How could the soul not take flight
When from the glorious Presence
A soft call flows sweet as honey,
“Rise up now, come away.”
How could the fish not jump
Immediately from dry land into water,
When the sound of water from the ocean
Of fresh waves springs to his ear?
How could the Sufi not start to dance,
Turning on himself, like the atom in the sun of eternity,
So he can leap free of this dying world?
Fly away, fly away, bird, to your native home.
You have leaped free of the cage,
Your wings are flung back in the wind of God.
Leave behind the stagnant and marshy waters,
Hurry, hurry, hurry, O bird, to the source of life!
I have loved Rumi since I first read his words years ago.
I offer this to you with hopes your day is filled with freedom from care.
A day filled with moments of quiet joy.
For me, this blog is a place of sharing the sublime and the silly,
a place of connection, a place of Spirit.
A place of solace, warm friendship, a place of like minds.
My gratitude to you for being here, reading my rambling words and sharing your thoughts with me.
I deeply appreciate all that is so freely given.
Namaste’ from me to you ~
Have a color~full today!