… I used to be shy.
You made me sing.
I used to refuse things at table.
Now I shout for more wine.
In somber dignity, I used to sit
on my mat and pray.
Now children run though
and make faces at me … – Rumi –
… If you could untie your wings
and free your soul of jealousy,
you and everyone around you
would fly up like doves … – Rumi –
PiYo Wednesday 8:00 am
Be Well,
William
