We are a warm spell that comes in a relentless winter. We are the sun with all the different kinds of light. We are wind. Doves, when they all coo, where, are looking for us. Nightingales and parrots change their perches hoping to be nearer to us. Word of us reached the fish. They swerved and leapt. Waves from that stirring keep coming in. The soul has been given its own ears to hear things mind does not understand. We have come out of slavery with bales of sugarcane. The sweetness of how we talk together is what we crush and bring the world.
We Are The Sun - Rumi