I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun.I am the mist of morning, the breath of evening.
I am the spark in the stone, the gleam of gold in the metal.

The rose and the nightingale drunk with its fragrance.

I am the chain of being, the circle of the spheres,

The scale of creation, the rise and the fall.

I am what is and is not, I am the soul in all…
~ Rumi

 Exactly; this is what I was trying to express in yesterday’s post. My studio time is transportive. Whether in education, or practice, here do I touch Beauty.

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