The Freshness
When it’s cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.
And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.
The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you
now.
I can’t explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly
and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.
From The Soul of Rumi - by Coleman Barks