A SECRET SKY
“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.” - Rumi
This, in honor of my one little word for 2013. I love the idea of a secret sky. How can a sky be secret? Could it be a boy at his window at night? Or someone in a train car peeping out through a crack?
And how miraculous, to think of love as something which causes a hundred veils to fall each moment. To be that vulnerable, that naked. What does that sky look like?
Finally, finally, that wonderful, faith-filled flight...
For some gorgeous artwork that speaks to me of secret skies, visit Mandie Magowan.
What does your secret sky look like? Let's write poems!
This, in honor of my one little word for 2013. I love the idea of a secret sky. How can a sky be secret? Could it be a boy at his window at night? Or someone in a train car peeping out through a crack?
And how miraculous, to think of love as something which causes a hundred veils to fall each moment. To be that vulnerable, that naked. What does that sky look like?
Finally, finally, that wonderful, faith-filled flight...
For some gorgeous artwork that speaks to me of secret skies, visit Mandie Magowan.
What does your secret sky look like? Let's write poems!
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