and a poem from Rumi’s little Book of Life
Put your thoughts to sleep
Let them not cast a shadow
Over the moon of your heart
Drown them in the sea of love.
While working in the main garden cutting down the dead stalks of Peonies and Lingularia and planting a few remaining daffodil bulbs I was given a moment of magic as the sun set red-orange behind me across the West Meadow and the moon rose to the east behind the pines and old maples:
Angel in the dust
