<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460111" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the spirit of Rumi: 74: Bliss</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and they asked him, master, <br>tell us about bliss…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he smiled as if<br>within himself, he heard the<br>angels laughing at the blameless<br>comedy of human life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bliss, he said, is where you find it…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as, when one day, you’re so hungry<br>that a meal fit for gods and kings<br>is a loaf of warm, fresh-baked bread; <br>a jug of wine that doesn't ask a label; <br>maybe a piece of local cheese, why not, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the meal which in olden times, <br>was called ‘short commons’ in some tongues, <br>that every innkeeper would offer free<br>to the weary, dust-stained traveller<br>as one would offer to one’s god<br>in thanks for life and sustenance…<br>saying, there’s a shady tree out there, <br>go and sit beneath it in the cool…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A loaf of bread, a jug of wine… and Thou..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou who appearest in so many forms<br>always beside me; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou who made the bread, its daily freshness<br>as if the morning made it from the desert dew; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">who made the wine’s slow miracle; <br>who made the jug – the metaphoric clay of life<br>made moist with love, fired hard by love…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who made the tree which shades you as you eat; <br>who, the meal finished, waits for your gratitude<br>so as to know that all He made, is good…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and who then offers - as silently as sand beneath your feet, <br>as silently as cool air moves around the tree’s light shade, <br>as silently as ripening figs blush on the branch above you, <br>as silently as roses live their scented life, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as still as morning dawns, or evening shades -<br>Himself, as bliss; where for a moment as you sit, <br>there is no thing in all His world<br>to be desired; for All is here..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there in the heart, the sweetest taste of His<br>so intricate and jewelled simplicity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460111" data-title="In the spirit of Rumi: 74: Bliss de Michael Shepherd" data-description="and they asked him, master, tell us about bliss… and he smiled as if within himself, he heard the angels laughing at the blameless comedy of human life bliss, he said, is where you find it… as, when one day, you’re so hungry that a meal ..."></div> </div> </div>

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