Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
from the treasure trove of wisdom, The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
(forget-me-nots, photo 2013, stonybrook park, new york)
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Love this. Thank you for sharing.
Here is one of my favorite Rumi poems:
The Way Wings Should
What will our children do in the morning? Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play, the way wings should?
Will they have dreamed the needed flights
and gathered the strength from the planets
that all men and women need
to balance the wonderful charms of the earth
so that her power and beauty
do not make us forget our own?
What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly?
from Love Poems From God:
Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West
by Daniel Ladinsky
I love this poem! Truth be told, I love everything Rumi that I have read.
My honey is home! Yay! So I am trying not to do any work while he’s here. But I will rsvp to your emails early next week, sistah. I promise!
The birds are singing outside. There is seed to welcome them and spring!
Blessings of this Piscean new moon,
Thank you my friend, I am proud to be able to read the writing on your article!
And I long for the same — soon, soon.