All my springs are in you
2007 December 16
I watch evening’s documentary on Rumi and find my morning in his poetry.
Be silent, like a fish,
and go into that pleasant sea.
You are in deep waters now,
of life’s blazing fire.
Why do you worry?
And at morning coffee I find myself in a Psalm watching for love.
Singers and dancers alike say,
“All my springs are in you.”
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