The almond tree announced
your secret softness
which had been hiding
behind the garden wall.
Your scent is subtle, yet heady
as jasmine on a hot humid night.
Or lavender, once crushed between my fingers,
announces its presence.
Laughter, unbidden,
bubbles and tumbles
out of my mouth, my belly, my heart,
in answer to your desire.
The warmth of the sun
is like your smile, dear one.
It melts into me and nurtures me.
A story is like water that you heat for your bath. ... Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it. ... The body itself is a screen to shield and partially reveal the light that's blazing inside your presence. Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hide and show what's hidden. Study them, and enjoy this being washed with a secret we sometimes know, and then not. (extracts of "Story Water", by Rumi)
Perfiles
oil painting made by my Uncle Salvador Maron - click on painting to link to more of his work...
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