Day 292 of Year 2 (Actually Day 297)
This is, again, ink rolled over last night's left over (ghost) ink. I got lucky and found some more torn paper in a drawer. It was too thin for my old ink so it put it away and forgotten. But I've since change my ink, the paper works just fine. In fact, it seems to pickup more of the subtleties. Hopefully I can figure out what kind of paper it is because I like it. Last week was a bit rough outside of the studio, everyone here was peckish. Understandable under these circumstances. But in keeping with the cyclical nature of the world, things have eased and the week is starting on better footing. Part of life is staying through the downs and trusting in the cycle. Nature teaches us that for every winter there is a spring. My love to those who are sick or suffering.
come
by Rumi, Trans by Nader Khalili
come
let's fall
in love
again
let's turn
all the dirt
in this world
to shiny gold
come
let's be
a new spring
a love reborn
find our aroma
from the essence
of all who
emit heavenly fragrance
like a fresh tree
bloom and spread
all the blessings
right from inside
From Rumi: Fountain of Fire https://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1889625035
Found on the truly wonderful website PoetryChaikhana.com https://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Poets/R/RumiMevlanaJ/come/index.html