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

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Morning

The songs of the birds awaken me from my sleep.
I rise up to the window to find the whole world awake
and singing.

Lark



The ancient school of mystic's said;

Know thyself
and thou shalt know the Universe.

And I say . . .

 know thyself through nature
 there lies the doorway to thyself and the Universe  . . .

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