Preparing to move has gotten the better of me. All I want to do is work on my novel. It is coming along very well, better than it has in a long time, and yet, life continues. Lunches need to be made, bedtime stories told, appointments attended, and then, on top of all the usual, moving.
So today I will defer my writing duties and share with you a poem by Rumi, a little beauty to ponder as we go about our busy lives.
No Need to Ask
The one who brings wine
pours again, no need to ask.
Do you ask the moon to rise
and give its light?
When ranks of soldiers dissolve,
dismissed for a holiday,
when a lost hand reaches to touch
the rescuing hand,
when a candle next to a mirrored
sconce gets lit,
your presence enters my soul.
(from The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks)