Those unable to grieve, or to speak of their love, or to be grateful, those who can’t remember God as the source of everything, might be described as a vacant wind, or a cold anvil, or a group of frightened old people. Say the Name. Moisten your tongue with praise, and be the spring ground, waking. Let your mouth be given its gold-yellow stamen like the wild rose’s. As you fill with wisdom, and your heart with love, there’s no more thirst. There’s only unselfed patience waiting on the doorsill, a silence which doesn’t listen to advice from people passing in the street. – Sanai (From ‘Persian Poems’ translated by Coleman Barks)
Many thanks to my friend/sister-Lauri Burke for her inspirational quote and the beautiful Rose!