Bill Moyers Journal . Archive | PBS
Tonight we asked mom for hay which she somehow misinterpreted as: "we would like to hear Rumi and digest That for our dinner."
And so, we listened to Coleman Barks recite a little Rumi, accompanied by our old friend, Paul Winter, hosted by Bill Moyers.
And we Inhaled That Deeply. And became Full. And felt completely at peace.
We then fell asleep on sweet hay. Contented, smiling, we dreamed with our eyes opened, each of us travelling the same dream: Wandering endless fields of wheatgrass praying Up, Up, beneath the azure sky's brilliant hue! Stillness - not even one breath of breeze: Happiness Blooming, it's Fragrance infusing us with FOREVER where flowers had been planted aeons ago for this exact moment! We dined on mystic poetry tonight, enjoying the tastiest dinner we have ever been served.
Tonight we asked mom for hay which she somehow misinterpreted as: "we would like to hear Rumi and digest That for our dinner."
And so, we listened to Coleman Barks recite a little Rumi, accompanied by our old friend, Paul Winter, hosted by Bill Moyers.
And we Inhaled That Deeply. And became Full. And felt completely at peace.
We then fell asleep on sweet hay. Contented, smiling, we dreamed with our eyes opened, each of us travelling the same dream: Wandering endless fields of wheatgrass praying Up, Up, beneath the azure sky's brilliant hue! Stillness - not even one breath of breeze: Happiness Blooming, it's Fragrance infusing us with FOREVER where flowers had been planted aeons ago for this exact moment! We dined on mystic poetry tonight, enjoying the tastiest dinner we have ever been served.
