Curled up with little black cat, idling through poems by Hafiz this morning:
I Got Kin
Plant
So that your own heart
Will grow.
Love
So God will think,
"Ahhhh,
I got kin in that body!
I should start inviting that soul over
For coffee and
Rolls."
Sing
Because this is a food
Our starving world
Needs.
Laugh
Because that is the purest
Sound.
--Hafiz
Course, I am now contemplating how mightily tasty a freshly-baked cinnamon twirly roll would be right now...
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2 comments:
Brilliant Blog, Just Brilliant!
In such few lines, you managed to provide inspirational poetry, food for the soul, make me feel hungry and smile..... like the pattern of a scudding cloud on the canvas of a lawn on a sunny day!
Hope there are ample supplies of tasty rolls at hand.
Brilliant......
Thank you very much, though I would lay praise at the door of Hafiz rather than at mine :-)
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