Find me near the flower's eye
that takes in provocation
and begins to grow.
Love is a baby that struggles
and fights, stops nursing, then runs out
through the door, escaping as a fire
jumping to the next burn.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
2 comments:
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
What a beautiful image!
ReplyDeleteI have a daughter like this-run fast and you will catch the child.
ReplyDeleteCaitlin C. Wold