David Munoz
@DMunoz_Artist · 4:51
Wild Hilarious Miracle (1), On The Pickaxe (2) — Rumi
So something a little different this morning. Get the mental juices flowing a bit. This first poem is entitled wild, hilarious Miracle. So often I put up my hands to shield my eyes from you. Wild, hilarious miracle. Your light shines through my bones. And again, this next piece is actually an essay written by Coleman Barks. It is entitled on the pickaxe. One view of identity is that it's a structure made of what we identify with