Sunday, July 17, 2011

Your light fills the ocean

The Oldest Thirst There Is

Give us gladness that connects
with the Friend, a taste of the quick.

You that make a cypress strong
and jasmine jasmine.

Give us the inner listening
that is a way in itself
and the oldest thirst there is.

Do not measure it out with a cup.
I am a fish.  You are the moon.

You cannot touch me, but your light
fills the ocean where I live.
 -- Rumi

1 comment:

Maureen said...

I remember the original shot you've used for this. The golden light here is lovely. The overlay is like looking through rain.

Glad your play went so well and, more important, that you had such a special day with your husband.