Quiet the restless mind,
still the surge of emotion.
Let this hour belong
to the One who grants the gift.
Leave the drunkards at their bar,
your hand given to the Beloved.
photo by Willard Walch
Reading of “Give Your Hand” with music by Sturgill Simpson
There’s no inspiration like Rumi inspiration, and you do him, and yourself, proud!
I agree with Sandy’s comment Don. This poem travels deeply into the place of communion with the One. Thank you Brother.
Succinct and compelling are both picture and words, blossoming from within a bud of perfect music. Thank you, Don.
The only gift is Life that we may return it in the totality of full Union.
Bless you kind Brother