In the rose garden with Rumi

You are my sky, and I am the earth, bewildered:

What makes You constantly flow from my heart?

I am soil with parched lips! Bring kindly water

That will transform this soil into rosebud!

How does the earth know what You sowed in its heart?

You have impregnated it, and You know its burden!

Blood must flow, He said, for the rose garden to flower, and the heart that loves me is a wound without shield.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What was whispered to the rose to break it open

last night was whispered to my heart

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You thought that when your house

was burnt down

there would be nothing left but ash.

But look,

moonlight is dancing on white rose.

 

After despair, may hopes flourish

just as after rain

thousands of roses open.

Surrender to the Almighty -

and be led into life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Stop learning. Start knowing. The rose opens, and opens, and when it falls, falls outward.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NOTE: Words by Rumi; Pictures by Larra

Feeling yellow … and purple

There’s times when you’ll think that you mightn’t,
There’s times when you know that you might;
But the things you will learn from the Yellow and Brown,
They’ll ‘elp you a lot with the White!
(Rudyard Kipling)

 

St. John’s Wort @ Tutsan (Hypericum androsaemum)

Aquilegia @ Columbine

Herb couldn’t find the name for this flower yet!
 

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it. (Alice Walker)

Therefore I must share with you purple too …. below is borage flower

Oh, please take note that those flowers are from the HERB MASTER’s garden!
Happy viewing!