Blustery winds and dark storm clouds. Even the feeding birds have fled. And yet a spear of light bold enough to enter the darkness. Danger dancing with needed rain. Light dancing with dark. All is One. All is well. All is.

Let a Teacher wave away the flies

 and put a plaster on the wound.

Don’t turn your head. 

Keep looking

 at the bandaged place. 

That’s where

the Light enters you. ~ Rumi