I said, meet me in the garden.
You know the one,
it is called Smiling Spring.
There are nightingales chirping away,
wine and candle lights,
and companions as soft as
pomegranate blossoms.
You think this all would sound so perfect!
But without you by my side,
what use is the Smiling Spring?
And when you are with me,
what use are pomegranate blossoms?
Rumi
domenica 30 maggio 2010
lunedì 17 maggio 2010
lunedì 10 maggio 2010
The Happy Virus
I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious
So kiss me.
Rumi
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious
So kiss me.
Rumi
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