Come to the orchard in spring.
There is light and wine and sweethearts
in the pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.
Friday, March 26, 2010
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At the request of a Rumi Reader, I have enabled comments, because I agree that someone, sometime might want to write about the power of Rumi's words. So many times they have met me in ways I just have to share, and so I want you to have that opportunity here. There is no expectation for comments, but please do write something if you feel the urge. ~ Ruth
everything matters and nothing matters...
ReplyDeletesome say go, some say stay, some say hold on, some say let go...
you walk, you play, you love, you pray...seasons come and go, everything blooms and fades away.
the sky, the sky,
the sea, the sea
take me home.