.
.
The most living moment comes when
those who love each other meet each
.
other's eyes and in what flows
between them then. To see you face
.
in a crowd of others, or alone on a
frightening street, I weep for that.
.
Our tears improve the earth. The
time you scolded me, your gratitude,
.
your laughing, always your qualities
increase the soul. Seeing you is a
.
wine that does not muddle or numb.
We sit inside the cypress shadow
.
where amazement and clear thought
twine their slow growth into us.
.
~ Rumi
.
