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...
Brilliant Blog, Just Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteIn 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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