We are going on with more and more rain, snow in the high country, and
And a chill the little summer birds are not used to experiencing
Although my yard and flowers are rather enjoying their new fate of cool,
(cold) wet rainy days and nights
As for me, my heart yearns for sunshine
Still, I must marvel at the amazing beauty of the very wet earth
And the sun on the snow-covered mountains
Each day is still a marvel. More than a deceptive dream as some would argue,
but a true gift from the God(s)
(a dearest and wonderful friend) sent me one of her favorite poems by the Sufi poet Kabir…
O servant, where dost thou seek Me?
Lo! I am beside thee.
I am neither in temple nor in mosque: I am neither in Kaaba nor
Neither am I in rites and ceremonies, nor in Yoga and
If thou art a true seeker, thou shalt at once see Me: thou shalt meet Me in a moment of time.
And at the end of this lovely poem, Valerie wrote: “I treasure those lovely words and thoughts”…
As do I.
From my world to your heart,