Day One: Ten Days of Persian Influence

SOME KISS WE WANT

There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of

spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its

face against mine. Breathe into

me. Close the language-door and

open the love-window. The moon

wont use the door, only the window.

Rumi 

translated by Coleman Barks

Lately, she has been longing for that kiss, that fleeting touch. That one that is gone so quickly the mind doubts it ever was. The body though, knows it did.  She felt the flicker of flame, melting that frozen sense that there is more to the world than meets the eye and now she is hungry for more of this. Mystery.  She cant command it. Or control it. Or know when and where it might come or even if it will. And so she breathes.  Deeply. and watches. and waits. and begins to see... to feel. Connected to the sea. To the lilies. to the moon. Most of all to the moon. Connected by an invisible thread of breath ... to life. and this is enough