Toward Me

These little yellow flowers flown upon the breeze landed on my lap tonight; I liked them…After a little while, I placed the strand of flowers in my purse to take home.

Just a moment before the flowers, I’d realized I’d found the wrong edition / format Rumi for me, but it looks like the right one is now set to arrive Monday.

I set aside my books for now; I don’t wish to read tonight.

Something else seems like it needs to be felt, a listening.

Jade


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Also today: Not My Door (Whilst in the Middle of a Good Book)

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