Perhaps it is not so obvious as a single door…the bonds of connections everywhere… in every part of life….
Does such as thing as the “right door” exist?
The streets are aglow with bright buds. The peonies our neighbour put into the garden spring up toward the bright warm sun. Skies are an incredible blue, people are outdoors and smiling… This afternoon the taxi driver driving me home quotes a Rumi poem in Persian to me. The meaning…
The last two are fabulous and the last(137) even better than that. Hello Steve
Thanks Steve. Thrilled that you are enjoying! 🙂