A little mixed breed apple
half red, half yellow,
tells his story.
A lover and beloved get separated.
their being apart was one thing,
but they have opposite responses.
The lover feels pain and grows pale
The beloved flushes and feels proud
I am a thorn next to my master’s rose.
We seem to be two, but we are not.
From: Rumi “A Bridge to the Soul”
Translated by Coleman Barks
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About Michaela
I am a wanderer and a wonderer, like you are. I love our journey and to walk in the company of friends – to learn, experience, share, laugh, cry and above all I simply love this marvelous, magical, mysterious life. I have no plan (cannot believe I am saying this) and my only intention is to be truthful to myself and others.
