Reblogged from Strange Goings on in the Shed:

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Does anyone else have difficulty with finding an appropriate title for their posts? The majority of mine loiter expectantly, try to catch my eye and impress with their marketing ploys. This one lingers in the background reticently and then fixes me with a hypnotic gaze. I’m intrigued and beckon them to come forward.

They exude a sense of melancholy and passion. What are they going to reveal? I’m given hints of old roses, musk, sandalwood, myrrh and honey.  Other scents are carried on winds that have swept in from parched lands waiting for the kiss of rain. A romantic image to be sure, yet it captures the imagination like a lover’s gaze.

I see a red rose placed on a leather-bound book. An offering worthy of the attentions of one’s heart. Fingers gently open the pages and alight on a particular page. The words shimmer and invite further exploration. A hand hovers above the beautifully crafted composition. These are wise words from the Persian Sufi poet Hafiz (Khwāja Šamsu d-Dīn Muḥammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī):

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