A huge agave plant sends up a towering tree-like stem, and flower in which a bird perches. The Persian poet, Rumi, sends us this poem:
A Just-Finishing Candle
A candle is made to become entirely flame.
In that annihilating moment
it has no shadow.
It is nothing but a tongue of light
describing a refuge.
Look at this
just-finishing candle stub
as someone who is finally safe
from virtue and vice,
the pride and the shame
we claim from those.
Oh, Mim, thank you for the wonderful Rumi poem. Sigh. He got it just right, didn't he? And the photo is lovely. We miss you. Come home soon.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this, Mim - and thank you, Rumi. I did not see this before
ReplyDeleteIsn't it a marvelous poem . . .
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines are indeed incredible.
ReplyDeletePlease have a good Tuesday.
daily athens
I like to look with Rumi . . .
ReplyDeleteBe well, Robert.