poem: Any Chance Meeting, by Rumi

mahalo to katie for sharing this poem. (katie knows i spend time looking for the shine)


In every gathering, in any chance meeting
on the street, there is a shine,
an elegance rising up.

Today I recognized that that jewel-like beauty
is the presence, our loving confusion,
the glow in which watery clay
gets brighter than fire,
the one we call the Friend.