This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
Quotations
Rumi
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language - door and open the love - window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
Nothing I say can explain to you divine love. Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
