Rumi

Lord, the air smells good...

by Rumi

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 medecine 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.