Wednesday, March 21, 2007


Love rests on no foundation.
It is an endless ocean,
with no beginning or end.
a suspended ocean,
riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.
All souls have drowned in it,
and now dwell there.
One drop of that ocean is hope,
and the rest is fear.



rowena said...

Beautiful...a just post for the first day of spring.

JBelle said...

wonderful, wonderful picture. Looks exactly Mexico!

The Fool said...

Hi Carla. Ah, Rumi. Strings of the heart, eh? Only Rumi can add to such ruminations. Let's see...


Birdsong brings relief
to my longing.

I am just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!

Please, universal soul, practice
some song, or something, through me!


Dance, when you're broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you're perfectly free.


Yeah, Rumi knew. Nice post, Carla. Rumi's food for thew soul.

Have a great Friday, Carla.

Brian said...

For the beautiful poem.

sandi @ the whistlestop cafe said...

I could be sitting right there with a cold mexican brew. Wonderful photo!

Carla said...

Rowena, Thanks so much.

JBelle, It makes me feel like traveling. Especially with all the rain we've been having here.

Fool, Yes, Rumi certainly seemed to know. Thanks for the add ons, very apt quotes for spring.

Brian, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.

Sandi, A cold Mexican brew and some warm sunshine would be nice.

tkkerouac said...

Beautiful, is this for the Gratitude tuesday, letter L day?

Carla said...

Tkkerouak, You will have to enlighten me. I didn't know it was gratitude Tuesday letter L day. Sounds lovely and I would be more than pleased to dedicate this post to such a thing.

kevin said...

'...One drop of that ocean is hope,
and the rest is fear.'