Lord, the air smells good
today,
straight from the mysteries
within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown
across the garden, free medicine for
everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in
praise,
the first blue violets kneeling.
Whatever came from Being is caught up
in being,
drunkenly
forgetting the way back.
Rumi (Lord, the Air Smells Good
Today, 13th Century)
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