The Bird Bath & Remembrance

In the heart of my serene garden, I stand still, gazing upon the marble bird bath that cradles the sky's reflection. The morning sun casts a golden glow upon the water, and the birds, my companions in solitude, flutter and dip into this small oasis. I am but a silent observer, a Sufi seeking the Divine in the simplicity of nature.

As a sparrow descends, ripples dance across the surface, distorting the blue canvas above. In this moment, I am reminded of the ancient words of Rumi, "You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop." The bird bath, with its contained universe, mirrors the vastness of life within its shallow bowl.

The cool breeze carries the scent of jasmine, and I close my eyes to breathe in the essence of the Divine. The gentle splashing of water is a symphony, each note a reminder of the Creator's presence in every part of creation. The birds, unabashed in their joy, teach me the purity of worship through their innocent play.

I am lost in the moment, my heart soaring with the birds' song, my soul cleansed in the waters of this humble bird bath. In the reflection, I see not myself, but a glimpse of the Beloved, and I know that this garden, this bird bath, is a sanctuary where the soul is both lost and found.