What kind of music is this I am hearing?
Who is whispering in my ear?
Scented words that has no meaning
To no one else but this poor little girl
Drizzling love…serene delightful
Fizzing my mind with fragrant sparkles
Showering me with sweet aroma
Bathing me in heavenly foam
Suds of joy danced around
Bubbles of ecstasy embraced my soul
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“Bubbles of ecstasy embraced my soul”
I recently experienced the full meaning of this and the reading of and listening to Jalaluddin Rumi’s poetry as produced by Dr Deepak Chopra in “The Gift of Love” revived my soul.
Thanks, Sister Nahida.
Basheer
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