Quote of the Week

I've started reading a book of poetry by Rumi, for my readings class this semester, so over the next few weeks, you might get a poem of the week, instead of a quote.

What's Inside the Ground

Whatever gives pleasure is the fragrance
of the Friend. Whatever makes us wonder

comes from that light. What's inside the
ground begins to sprout because you spilled

wine there. What dies in autumn comes up
in spring because this way of saying no

becomes in spring your praise song yes.