drawing strength from rumi

i wonder how it is that a mere mortal can reach such heights as rumi must have achieved to write the poetry that he did. it never fails to rejuvenate my soul... and it came in really handy this morning. just when i was abt to descend into an abyss, it pulled me back. reminded me of the insignificance of my current predicament.

and so i'm sitting here and everything has more meaning and colour... especially the trees across the street that are preparing to show off their fine canadian fall magic. wish z was here so we could walk through the sea of red and yellow and orange leaves together, crunching along. life is short and there are only a finite number of falls, winters, springs and summers that we are given.

looking for peace. real peace.