drenched in the morning light

“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art.”
Rumi


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ps. Had a beautiful sitting meditation lunch time in the little chapel with a work colleague who is a practicing Buddhist of 30 years and being a student of Chögyam Trungpa makes it even more special and poignant for me. It was the first time I sat tall on two meditating cushions in lotus position and felt really good.