einstein and rumi are laughing

one day

i saw myself through another’s eyes–

….and paris lay before me….

sparkling like a thousand diamonds
alive with a thousand breaths

vibrant with history
shaped by love, and death, and joy….

oh, this world, this world….

how can every day not be a celebration of the
great rite of trees?

of the amazing birth of new grass?

of babies, of passion,
of death and tears?

we are alive at a wondrous time–

learning to see
through mists of illusion
into the universe
of the mere twenty amino acids we all share….

science and love are merging….

einstein and rumi are …