Lord, the air smells good today,

straight from the mysteries

within the inner courts of God.

A grace like new clothes thrown

across the garden, free medicine for everybody.

The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise

the first blue violets kneeling.

Whatever came from Being is caught up in being, drunkenly

forgetting the way back.

-  Jelaluddin Rumi, Sufi poet and mystic