A much needed journey to Maxwell Wildlife Sanctuary in New Mexico. Given the vast number of birds there during migration, I thought surely it would be filled with nesting geese and other birds. The lake was empty save for less than a dozen ducks held in the glass like large lake. Their sparseness gave the impression of tiny specks upon the perfectly stilled waters. I smiled, an empty lake? Oh no…. Rumi said ‘I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.’ The lake was filled with the Meadowlark’s song. And the mesa, mountains, lake, trees, and the earth herself a most attuned audience….. as if the Meadowlark noticed. And in the fullness of emptiness another mystic’s words returned as I sat and listened in stillness as my own heart began to sing….
THE LUTE WILL BEG You need to become a pen In the Sun´s hand. We need for the earth to sing Through our pores and eyes. The body will again become restless Until your soul paints all its beauty Upon the sky. Don´t tell me, dear ones, That what Hafiz says is not true, For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny And you awake to our constant need for your love God´s lute will beg For your hands. ~ Hafiz
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