Rumi Quote

I heard it this morning.

a whisper...

a promise...

Spring is coming.

Quietly sitting in meditation, sun streaming through the window, I heard the song of a single bird

and it brought back memories

of opened windows and soft breezes,

standing barefoot in the grass,

farm markets, offering a cacophony of luscious ripe tomatoes,

crisp greens,

succulent peaches.

And as I listened I could feel my heart swell

and winter's cloak lift from my weary shoulders,

a lightness,

a yearning,

for sunlight that warms the face

and tempts the soul to stop what it's doing

and dance.

Sharing Nurturing Thursday with Becca.