What should I do
If love seizes me?
Start dancing, of course!
Sweep love into your arms
and press her to your chest.
When particles of dust [or flowers!]
are touched by the sun
they spread their arms and start whirling
to a music no one can hear.
What do you do
when Love seizes you?
What is your form of dancing?
8 thoughts on “bee balm love”
Love tends to seize me in the sunshine, with the feel of a breeze floating my hair around, and the face of a flower peeking up at me, or jumping into my life with a pop of color. I smile, I lean into the beauty, and turn my face into the sun. All the while my soul is dancing and I am floaty on this lovely earth.
oh, yes, so LOVE-ly! and your work, which pops with color and love!
I love the Bee Balm flowers in the photo! I too feel exactly the same when I hear birdies singing especially in the morning and in the evening! They seem to be in their element at these times of the day. I love going for walks in the morning and seeing the fabulous dandelions and other “weed” flowers in bloom – cheering me on in the Georgia summer heat. Love the tall pine and hardwoods as I look up at the blue sky peeking through their branches.
Oh yay, Vivienne, love how you find love in the “weed” flowers, too!
It is a delight to read the Rumi poem, see the lovely bee balm photo and think of YOU, Katy!
I hope you are well! I think of you often. With love, Becky
Thank you, Becky! It looks like we’ll be coming out September 5 to the 11th, I think. If you’re going to be around, we’d love to have you come over and meet my parents. Sending love to you and John and Barbara who is visiting you.
Thanks for this taste of Rumi-esque Joy-in-Being, Katy! From my cool and comfy study here, I’m dancing inwardly with the breeze-blown blooms on my Rose of Sharon shrubs. Some are white, some are pink, and some are beginning to drop petals to the ground where they glow.
A smile, a soft and deep inbreath, a lingering gaze, and my energy is dancing with them. Come evening, I’ll complete the pleasure with my ritual visit to them to say ‘Thanks’ for their response to the choreographic direction of the gentle wind, and to touch them softly.
oh, i LOVE Rose of Sharon, Kit! thanks for sharing that lovely image with me. en-joy!