This time, let’s put the writing prompt first–because inspired the short piece below. It’s from Where Everything is Music, by Rumi and translated by Coleman Barks. My local writing group had much to offer this week! 🙂

Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.

The window in his chest, clouded by confusion, offered no view of the heart within. What did he treasure? What did he feel? The window washer struggled with squeegee and pail. He must clean the man’s soul if the heart is to be revealed. Oh, the window might be opened perhaps–but it seemed impossibly stuck. Frozen in place by painful paint. If not the window washer, who then can let the man’s spirit fly free?

Note: I will be on vacation through the 19th but this and posts on the 11th and 18th will magically appear through WordPress scheduling. Meaning I may not respond quickly to comments.