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 …