I wake this morning to hear Louis Armstrong singing softly in my head:
“…I see friends shaking hands, sayin’ ‘How do you do?’ They’re really sayin’, ‘I love you’ …”
How powerful is that?
The Sufi master Rumi writes words about the morning water and a poet. “The wine of nonexistence makes us God-drunk,” he says. “Intoxicated that way, we are purified.” It is the poet who pours this wine through poetry. “Read from your soul. Let it bring you morning water and a poet.” Surely a poet brings my morning water to me today.
Japanese Nation of the world, this goes out to you.
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