Today, if I say any more, I will say too much. So here’s a Rumi poem a friend sent me when I told her about the poem in a pocket idea for National Poetry Month. Why not carry poems around in our pockets, just like cell phones? It’s just possible we need them more.
A Rumi poem
An ant hurries along a threshing floor with its wheat grain,
It thinks its one grain is all there is to love.