This forever-ness of bleak, bitter coldness has bitten not only my ears, fingers and toes but also chilled me to the core and numbed my heart. And I am left feeling, well, nothing, but C-O-L-D.
So, today, I will leave you with one of the most beautiful love poems ever. It was written by Rumi, who was a 13th century poet, jurist, Islāmic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic. (Whew, busy, busy, busy man. However, did he find time to dream, dreams of love?!)
I wish you a very good weekend and I will try my best to warm up for Monday.
Be nourished by love!
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I am your moon and your moonlight too.
I am your flower garden and your water too.
I have come all this way eager for you,
without shoes or shawl.
I want you to laugh, to kill all your worries,
to love you, to nourish you.
On sweet bitterness, I will soothe you and heal you.
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.
Call to action: How has love healed you? Or have you healed someone with your love? Share in the comments below and inspire us all.
And if you feeling like exploring more on love, check out my earlier posts: Are you in love?; Love Is Radiant, True, Hopeful; I’m finally in love–with my daddy; Fall in Love, the 11th Commandment; and Mommy, I love you!