Ingrid Goff Maidoff - Tending Joy

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& the Sacred Essence of Joy

Spring Blossoms

This verse of Rumi’s is the one that has come to mind all week, as my heart swoons to blossoms and buds…

Oh Heart,
Sit with someone
who knows the heart;

go under the tree
which has fresh blossoms.


(I’m sorry, I’m not sure of the translator for this one)

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