Without a word

Without a word, he walked out of the temple, each step giving away the scent of jasmine.

He threw his praying beads in the fields, and a garden of roses sprang up.

And still without a word, he gave away his praying mat for the poor to sleep on.

Kenza.

Sufi and Zen inspirations.

11 thoughts on “Without a word”

  1. wish I could comment without a word, because that is what this LOVEly piece deserves* blessings, sweet Kenza!

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