“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Tuesday, December 09, 2025

Sunny boy


‘But mother, please,
Just another minute’
Said the sleepy sun 
to Lady Time

‘I love my fog blanket
And my cloud pillow,
And surely the world 
can wait a while’

‘If only, my child’ 
said The Mother 
of all the 
has-beens 
and the 
maybes,

‘See that waiting tree
Wishing to be green,
And that tiny flower
Dreaming of yellow,
And that weary path
Longing for a journey?’

‘None can start 
without you,
nor do I hold 
any meaning,
elsewhere in my 
Eternity’

‘So go out and shine,
In blazing glory 
It is a good day
when you are around’
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There is no hate in this world
Except in the hearts of men

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