this poem is extremely helpful to me in envisioning creation. actually knowing the words of this poem is imperative to its gravity. think you know cypress.. look it up on google images. think you know jasmine.. look it up on google images. think you chigil.. look it up on wikipedia. think you know a pomegranate flower.. http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/3027174287_08f336a1e9.jpg  here goes…

what was said to the rose - rumi

what was said to the rose that made it open

was said to me here in my chest.

what was told the cypress that made it strong

and straight, what was

whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made

sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of chigil in

turkestan that makes them

so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush

like a human face, that is

being said to me now. i blush. whatever put eloquence in

language, that’s happening here.

the great warehouse doors open; i fill with gratitude,

chewing a piece of sugarcane,

in love with the one to whom every that belongs!