Sometimes it can feel as if life is a roaring river. I am weathered and worn by its strength and dance. I know its strength and dance are the essential nurturing for life along its banks and beyond. But like the stones and fallen limbs, I am worn smooth by its force. Then the words upon Rumi’s poetry, gently carries the whisper, “When the ocean surges, don’t let me just hear it. Let it splash inside my chest.”

And then, I smile, and place my hands against my heart. My eyes have focused upon the surface and the weathering of time and force. When I focus, instead, upon the heart, I hear the crashing power of love cracked opened and pouring forth.