How will you know the difficulties
of being human, if you’re always
flying off to blue perfection?
Where will you plant your grief seeds?
Workers need ground to scrape and hoe,
not the sky of unspecified desire.
The Soul of Rumi
~ a new collection of ecstatic poems
translations by Coleman Barks
108zenbooks 
How beautiful to link the sky with “unspecified desire” – which is the deep undercurrent I so often feel. If only “things” could be different!
Yes, ephemeral “things”…. that keep us soaring and crashing!
Love the color on this.
Also, love what you’ve done with the place! I read your blog almost exclusively via google reader since my work’s firewall blocks your site, it’s nice to visit the ‘real’ spot…
Hi Adam! I like the colour on this Enso too. And that there was a font colour to match was a bonus! Thanks for coming by in “real” space.