more Rumi 'cause I feel like it

even if life is
a desolate desert
with no sign posts
never lose hope
in the paradise
of your soul
sweet dates can grow
from dead oaks.
(176)

(same translator as below)

as the world turns

The season changes. Despite the exceedingly summer-like climate of the last few days, I heard geese on the move last night. They probably aren't serious, yet. Still, it's an evocative sound.