The crest of the mountain pass always takes my breath away. This morning, there simply was no oxygen. There below me the mountains and mesa were swimming in an ocean of clouds. Gifted no traffic behind me, I had to pull over and drink it in. The savored drink of awe carried in Rumi’s chalice….
“I am so small I can barely be seen.How can this great love be inside me?
Look at your eyes. They are small,
but they see enormous things.”
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