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.
~Rumi
(I’m sorry, I’m not sure of the translator for this one)
The true source of joy is love — love of God, love of beauty, love of wisdom, love of another human being, it does not matter which. It is all one love: a joyful awareness of dissolving boundaries of our ordinary narrow self, of being one with the reality beyond, of being made whole.
- Irma Zaleski, from the essay The Door To Joy
