The Freshness
When it’s cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.I can’t explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.
– From Soul of Rumi
by Coleman Barks
Respect for this translator of the most difficult and beautiful…Persian in 13th Century … that would most certainly be “Greek” to me.
Sheer Respect.
Wish “sublime relaxation” would come over me:) My intention for my own practice of Soul Growth through stillness (that does not mean non-movement) and quiet peace (that does not mean there are no sounds…in fact, it might be so loud out there). Amidst the movements and noise, we find our own innermost serenity. Sometimes:)