Blades will sprout

A Wished-For Song

You’re song,

a wished-for song.

Go through the ear to the center

where sky is, where wind,

where silent knowing.

Put seeds and cover them.

Blades will sprout

where you do your work.

— Rumi

I have more to say. It will wait. There are blades that need to be tended.

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One Response to Blades will sprout

  1. Christa says:

    Oh. I. Love. This.

    And you.

    Be well.

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