... How does One evoke Essence? perhaps in the naming lies the poems Spirit ... The Mirror between Us from Rumis' 'The Glance' translated by Coleman Barks The mirror between us is breath mist when I speak. Your face in water: I reach, the work grows muddy. Even friend and beloved are wrong words for this. Even Ahhhhh retreats back into my mouth, the same if the moon's behind cloud or being released. A pure silent look is better. Arriving to share a poem, recently read, speakers of the living word were found~~*
thank you lightning, it's been a while. Glad to see you're still slingin' those sacred words. loving you :]
