In every gathering, in any chance meeting on the street,
there is a shine, an elegance rising up.
Today I recognized that that jewel-like beauty is the presence,
our loving confusion,
the glow in which watery clay gets brighter than fire,
the one we call the friend.
I begged, Is there a way into you, a ladder?
Your head is the ladder. Bring it down under your feet.
The mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe
that when you push off from it with your foot,
a thousand new roads come clear,
as you yourself do at dawn, sailing through the light.
Rumi
Let’s remember this. Daily. Let’s not forget our humanity, let’s not forget the touch of a warm hand, the healing power of a hug.
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