In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
~ Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi ~
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14 responses to “Days 87-88 You Dance”
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How true! Thank you Liz. May we enter more fully into the Dance of Life as we move through this week.
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Lovely mandela, Liz. And always nice to hear a Rumi quote.
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This looks more like the dance of the soul, with other souls ready to dance with you. the holy spirit as a dove is watching over.
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Your mandala is all the inspiration and beauty we need, Liz. The Rumi quote is nice icing:”You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,/ but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” What a fine comment on the inspiration that must have come through you as you created this.
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Liz – Your artwork inspires! Is that a dove watching over two souls dancing through the Cosmos? Waves of Love surrounding all.
Simple thought. Profound words. Love and dance. I Love to Dance.LikeLike
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Thank you, Maureen, I appreciate your perspective, blessings to you and all you encounter during Holy week.
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Thank you for the affirmation and your friendship, Julie.
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Love your seeing in this way, Sue!
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Thank you so much, Erie. I felt Rumi’s quote connected well with your Monday reflection, as well.
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Thank you for your lovely insights JVD. We appreciate your presence and participation here in this sacred space.
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Liz: thank you for your beautiful mandala and the inspirational words of Rumi. Love and beauty is being expressed in both the above. I admire your creative work of art as well. sbeng
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Thanks so much, Suan and I appreciate the art in your midwifery days when you were a nurse in England tooling from house to house on your bicycle. Wow, what a life experience you
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…and the beauty of your affirmation is still sinking in as if standing at the waters edge when a cool wave rushes in and your feet disappear in a swoosh of sand. 🙂
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Liz, life is a dance.
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