Young Woman with a Water Pitcher, Johannes Vermeer
We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute
of eternity. We are pain
and what cures pain, both.
We are the sweet cold water
and the jar that pours.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
3 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
How wonderfully paired, this painting and poem
ReplyDeleteI was amazed myself, Lorenzo. (It found me.)
ReplyDeleteglorious Ruth.
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