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Today, I discovered these beautiful verses in a post I read today and was minded to share them with you. The verses touched my heart and made me smile.
“If, of thy mortal goods, thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves
alone to thee are left,
Sell one & from the dole,
Buy Hyacinths to feed the soul”
– Muslihuddin Sadi,
13th Century Persian Poet
“If I had but two loaves of bread
I would sell one of them
& buy White Hyacinths to feed my soul.”
– Elbert Hubbard
There is sunshine in my heart and my fingers play a melody on the dancing ethereal piano of time. The notes are big and bright and beautiful and they strike each part of me in a way that they have never done before, before I grew to love all the very special parts of the instrument that is simply and eternally me.
Play on says the Muse that guides me. Play on and do not censor the notes that emanate from your soul. Your soul longs to freely skip along the quavers and vibrate with finely tuned feelings. The cacaphony of sounds resonate deeply within, harmoniously holding hands, and the listener listens and makes sense of it all.
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