Love is the way
messengers from the mystery
tell us things.
Love is the mother,
We are her children.
She shines inside us,
visible-invisible as we trust
or lose trust,
or feel it start to grow again.
Saturday, June 19, 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
Such a beautiful photograph! I didn't know until today that such a thing as a balloon flower existed. Love the look of the little bud. Its lips (only just) sealed around a plump purple secret!
ReplyDeleteSuch a treat to find your blog...you have such a gift.
With gratitude,
pavi
My view of the flower was a closed mouth unable to speak(just a matter of prospective)...I reacted to the words however with much hope.
ReplyDeleteCaitlin C Wold