go deep {purple}

when i'm ill or under-the-weather, i get introspective

 

i start reading poetry and it makes sense more than ever

 

perhaps all poets are crazy and one must be near delerium like they in order to appreciate the art

 

whatever the reason, the words are like wine to me today: Rumi, with A star without a name...

 

 

When a baby is taken from the wet nurse,

it easily forgets her

and starts eating solid food.

 

 

Seeds feed awhile on ground,

then lift up into the sun.

 

So you should taste the filtered light

and work your way toward wisdom

with no personal covering.

 

That's how you came here, like a star

without a name.

Move across the night sky

with those anonymous lights.

 

 

(Mathnawi III, 1284-1288)

 

 

Done