Rumi

Poetry, obviously, is not just a personal expression and experience of my poetic nature. It is also the appreciation of the warmth and grace of other poets.

One of my favorites is Rumi.

"What Was Said To The Rose

Rumi

What was said to the rose that made it open

was said to me here in my chest.

What was told the Cypress that made it strong

and straight, what was

whispered to the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made

sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in

Turkestan that makes them

so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush

like a human face, that is

being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in

language, that's happening here.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,

chewing a piece of sugarcane,

in love with the one to whom every that belongs!"