Rumi Moment of the Week

winter

 

When it comes to winter being over Rumi says:

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“…the trees reach out their congratulations. The soul goes dancing through the king’s doorway.” 

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How about that for a celebration!?

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Personally I’m going to enjoy the last few days of this detox with a mindful spirit…but when it’s over I’m surely going to celebrate with a tasty spring beverage.

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How do YOU plan on giving props to everything for keeping you safe and sound through the winter?

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winterover

The Music We Are

Did you hear that winter’s over? The basil
and the carnations cannot control their

laughter. The nightingale, back from his
wandering, has been made singing master

over the birds. The trees reach out their
congratulations. The soul goes dancing

through the king’s doorway. Anemones blush
because they have seen the rose naked.

Spring, the only fair judge, walks in the
courtroom, and several December thieves steal

away, Last year’s miracles will soon be
forgotten. New creatures whirl in from non-

existence, galaxies scattered around their
feet. Have you met them? Do you hear the

bud of Jesus crooning in the cradle? A single
narcissus flower has been appointed Inspector

of Kingdoms. A feast is set. Listen: the
wind is pouring wine! Love used to hide

inside images: no more! The orchard hangs
out its lanterns. The dead come stumbling by

in shrouds. Nothing can stay bound or be
imprisoned. You say, “End this poem here,

and wait for what’s next.” I will. Poems
are rough notations for the music we are.

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