All my springs are in you

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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