A Breakfast of Poetry~

Whenever I can, I try to start my day with poetry. Some people like to start their days with a hearty breakfast, or yogic breathing, or brisk walks, or a strong coffee, but not me.  No, I  feel I need to feed

my soul first. Once I am full to the brim with inspired words, I go to the kitchen and make myself something delicious to eat, before I find my dog and his lead, and go wandering out into the morning. 

So here is one from Rumi that began my day today, and my lovely cats too.  So far it is having a most excellent effect on us.  I hope it will have the same wonderful effect on you too.

OKAY, I'LL DO IT

Okay, I'll do it:

sing longer songs tonight because sometimes

you're just so damn hard to please, and I guess I am

still courting you, trying to get into 

your souls knickers.

What makes you like that-grouchy around the edges?

What classrooms have you lounged in;

what nonsense have you traded 

your gold

for?

How can you look so needy,

God is growing in fields you own.

He hangs from trees you pass every day.  He is disguised as that

peach and pine cone.

Every sound I hear-he made it.

I have been walking with two canes these days-

guess why?

It is because of His beauty and that blond peach fuzz floating

everywhere like dust-

it has made me

so drunk.

~Rumi