sunrise ruby, pearl moon

[ricepaper]

the weight of night gathers deep and still as water, and like water, nourishes the ripening season. by these simplicities are we sustained. the slow cycles of heat, the flourishing green, the merged generations of tree, fruit, and seed. orchard birds sing in darkness well before dawn; gratitude inspires the gift, antecedent rather than result.

Comments

[tsumik]

*hug* glad to have you back around with your beautiful words :)

[ricepaper]

thankyou!
i'm glad to be back.

[avatraxiom]

You are an exceptional being, and an exceptional artist. :-)

-Max

[ricepaper]

i hardly know how to respond to something so glowing!

perhaps only to say thankyou so much, as always, for reading, for sharing.

[avatraxiom]

You're welcome, so much, as always. :-)

-Max

[ricepaper]

a note of credit:

"there is nothing left of me. i'm like a ruby held up to the sunrise. is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? it has no resistance to sunlight."

taken from 'the sunrise ruby' by jelaluddin rumi, as published in the essential rumi, translated by coleman barks with john moyne, page 100.

[exterra]

rumi & you - both so exquisitely lovely.

sunrise ruby

[ricepaper]

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i am back now from my journey to you, from the celebration of your inspired, inspiring love. i am so glad that i was blessed enough to take part, despite the health risks, the increased illness, the pain, the seizures, the difficulty. it was worth all of this and more. and i just want to say, my dearest, that i miss you and love you so very, very much.

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[softanimal]

hello, loveliest girl. i miss you.

[ricepaper]

hello, beautiful.
i just now found this comment.
please forgive my tardiness in saying,
'miss you, too.'

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