Burnt Offerings

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally to take a step without feet. ~Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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The full moon, February's Snow Moon, marks a transition. Full moon to new moon, casting off the old, embracing the new. The cycle ends, and begins again. Time to let go.

On the eve of the full moon I took scraps of paper and wrote out feelings, beliefs, habits, thoughts - all of which I wanted to release, let go of. I took a silver bowl, filled it with the scraps of paper, and burnt the scraps into ash. The smoke spiraled up, carrying all of those words, into the silver light of the full moon. As the ashes cooled, I added a rose. The heat turned it black, but it held it's shape and it's promise of beauty.

Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.

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Reading Rumi

But listen to me:
for one moment,
quit being sad.
Hear blessings dropping their blossoms
around you. God.
~ Rumi, The Essential Rumi

I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when
you first come 'round
the corner.

Sense your scent when I come into a room
you've just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way you purse your lips
then let them part, just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper 'more.'
~ Rumi, The Essential Rumi

My sweet heart,
you have aroused my passion,
your touch has filled me
with desire,
I am no longer separate
from you,
these are precious moments,
I beseech you,
don’t let me wait.
~ Rumi, The Essential Rumi












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