Wednesday, May 11, 2011

"for the sake of the flowers, the weeds are watered"

          Our little armed boat tour. By this point, the guns didn't make me so uncomfortable.  I just read a Rumi poem that nailed this moment on this little old boat. Every object and being in the universe is
 a jar overflowing with wisdom and beauty--a drop of the Tigris that cannot be contained
 by any skin. Every jarful spills and makes the earth 
more shining, as though covered in satin. 

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