When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Friday, January 28, 2011

Rumi

This is for my cat , and anyone who can relate. . . . .



We travel through this life , with many pit stops, before we reach our true home.
The place where your soul feels the best.
The place where you resonate , where you can most be yourself  . . .

We are born and start movin on  . . .
We go here , we go there , working our way through the chemistry.
Wading through the molecules.

We can resist and struggle against the tide,
Or we can ride . . . . like we know that each stop, is actually home,
and maybe the next one will be the best one , the truest one ,
and maybe . . .  this is where you'll stay !!!

Welcome home Rumi .

My CAT ,what a teacher . . An old soul .

6 hours in the car and two , count em , two meows , that's it !!!!
And . . .  13 hour days under the massage table at 5 mnths old. Geeeeezzzzz.
I'm impressed !!!!!


Lark

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