Walking downtown to do my "Monday thing" at the newspaper office this morning, the breeze was cool and crisp; the air smelled fresh and clean. It brought a smile to my face and this short work from Rumi to my mind. . .
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.
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