segment from Rumi, Form is Ecstatic

I saw a segment of this poem in an e-mail newsletter from Heartstone Herbal School.

  

The poem, Form is Ecstastic, is by Rumi.

 

... A gardener watches the

sky break into song, cloud wobbly with

what it is.  Bud, thorn, the same.

Wind, water, wandering this essential

state.  Fire, ground, gone.  That's

how it is with the outside.  Form

is ecstatic.  Now imagine the inner:

soul, intelligence, the secret worlds!

And don't think the garden loses its

ecstasy in winter.  It's quiet, but

the roots are down there riotous.

 roots

oil on canvas

Laurie Riccadonna

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 I hope your roots 

are down there riotous!

And that spring comes quickly,

so the raucous and riotous business of life

can start happening above ground!

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 Today it felt like the snow 

wanted to start melting...

And the sun was shining,

and it made me so happy that

I started planning and dreaming more.

I don't know about you,

but I'm always happiest 

when I'm dwelling in that liminal space

where so many good things 

are possible.

Let us  

keep our fingers crossed 

that sap will start to flow 

 soon!

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FYI:  If you want to know more about herbs and their green wisdom

or making your own lotions/salves/balms 

or making your own mead and herbal beers,

you should definitely check out Heartstone.

Kris and Tammi are fantastic ladies!