! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 51: Beyond Artifice

M Michael Shepherd
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Because I am a poet and you are a poet I would like to talk to you today of how when My Beloved smiles at me with that open smile that asks nothing but the freedom to express itself then I can only think of that white rose which this morning took my breath away with its innocent whiteness, its pure whiteness with just a hint of a blush as if it astonishes even itself or I could speak of the white rose which reminds me of the smile of My Beloved but in truth, the likeness of these two becomes one not in my poem but in myself as I gaze with wonder at white rose; receive the smile of My Beloved which asks nothing; and God, looking at me looking, God who is all three of us

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