The most living moment comes
when those who love each other
meet each other’s eyes
and in what flows between them then.
To see your face in a crowd of others,
or alone on a frightening street,
I weep for that.
Our tears improve the earth.
The time you scolded me, your gratitude,
your laughing,
always your qualities increase the soul.
Seeing you is a wine
that does not muddle or numb.
We sit inside the cypress shadow
where amazment and clear thought
twine its growth into it.
~ Rumi
(The Most Alive Moment) |
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