Hi, a poem for you all, from Rose

[Rose Cook]

Love’ s Camel

 

Whatever way love’s camel takes

let it take me too

stowed up on the saddle, swaying.

Let that be home.

 

The past nor future is our own

only this trapeze moment.

Catch it now as it swings.

Who cares where we are headed

 

it is enough to be with

this light filled present;

feel the sway, the night air on your face

stars bright in your hair.

by Rose Cook

[desmond dillon]

 

one of my favourites from you rose together with leaping.  Plus thanks for the rumi book you may remember giving me a few years ago. it is great.