Beauty Has Come to Live Inside Me

Some beauty has come to live inside me today.
It feels open, colorful,
Tiled walls in blue and white or red and gold patterns

(photo from my visit to a Sufi mosque)

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Hand woven wool rugs in red and cream and black hanging on the walls
Globes of light made of green and blue stained glass

(inspired by dinner at Cafe Turko, Seattle)

It tastes like fresh pomegranite seeds, and black tea with lots of sugar
It smells like Jasmine, and mint, and roses and fresh air

(silk scarf inspired by Syrian refugees)

 It sounds like the oud (Arabian instrument) and Illahes (music to praise God) and poetry spoken in Arabic

I want to stop thinking of people in terms of their country's military or economic importance to the U.S. and begin to appreciate the beauty of their ancient artistic traditions and the love in their hearts.