A Field Can Bloom by Rumi

Talking can be sweet.  A field can bloom in your	
eyes when sharing words with the right person.

An invisible effulgence wafts out from a heart 
that is happy.  That is an oxygen to us.
In some cities, smoke stacks pollute the air and 	
harm the lungs of many creatures.

A good song fills our chests too, but can have	
the opposite effect—everything it touches
may be better of.

There is a governor of every region of space,	 	
a divine agent; he or she may remain hidden,
but their business is your soul, as it is mine.

Words can fertilize space now and then; don’t	
deny yourself becoming enriched.

Find some ears that love the touch of your	
sounds, and you theirs.

~ from The Purity of Desire, 100 Poems of Rumi, translated by 
Daniel Ladinsky with Nancy Owen Barton (Penguin Books, 2012)