Nehaveigur

The Garden’s scent is a messenger, 
arriving again and again, 
inviting us in. 

Hidden exchanges, hidden cycles 
stir life underground. 
What stirs the life in you? 
The garden asks. 

The garden thrives. 
Invites us to do the same. 

Saplings break through darkness -
ladders set against the sky. 
Mysteries ascend. 

Rumi, translation by Haleh Liza Gafori