The morning wind spreads its fresh smell
We must get up and take that in
The wind that let’s us live
Breathe it before it’s gone.
Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.
– Rumi (bless him and praise to his inspiration because his words continue to expand the consciousness of our world every day someone is blessed with a Rumi poem – I’ll never forget the day I discovered his poetry)
This is a verse from one of Rumi’s poems that always moves me:
The garden of love is green without limit
and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.
love is beyond either condition:
without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.