Yellow Waves of Wildflowers

The sun's eyes are painting fields again.

Its lashes with expert strokes

Are sweeping across the land

A great palette of light has embraced

This earth...

...What excitement will renew your body

When we all begin to see

That His heart resides in

Everything?

God has a root in each act and creature

That He draws His mysterious

Divine life from.

His eyes are painting fields again.

The Beloved with His own hands is tending.

Raising like a precious child,

Himself in

You.

from "A Root in Each Act and Creature" by Hafiz

It is so fun to lose one's self in a good book or two... or three.  Often I am reading at least three books at a time, plus a small one that rides in the car with me.  It is remarkable to me that all three are talking about "precious" at the same time!  Hafiz wrote when?  He was born in Shiraz (now Iran) in 1320, and when he died in 1389, he was thought to have written about 5,ooo poems, and my copy says, "...of which 500 to 700 have survived."  "The Artist's Way," my copy, was published in 1992.  And Azar Nafisi's "Things I've Been Silent About" just came out.

Apparently I am writing a chapter of my own, all about new-found precious.  Maybe re-inventing precious.  Maybe growing precious.  The avocado pit on my kitchen window has burst into new and beautiful reddish green leaves, the top of a huge carrot spills dark green foliage over the rim of its bowl.  This is precious to me, reminding me of Life.

Hold for just a slippery moment the words of Hafiz... 

God has a root in each act and creature

That He draws His mysterious

Divine life from.

Spring does this to me, thank Goodness!  Emerging from the darkness of winter, into the exploding waves of color in our spring makes for a perfect time to write like mad!  To walk to the river with Luna, to plant the Mortgage Lifter tomato seeds, to look forward to more rain this weekend, to paint...

Whew.

xoxoLC