Summer Feast For The Soul Day 6

On a Grey Saturday in Scotland i read today's Rumi and wondered what they were saying to me, i could read them but what was the message?

What Was Said to the Rose
What was said to the rose that made it open was said to me here in my chest,
What was told the cypress that made it strong and straight, what was
Whispered to the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made Sugarcane sweet, whatever
Was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes them
So handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush Like a human face, that is
Being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in Language, that’s happening here. The great warehouse doors open, I fill with gratitude Chewing a piece of sugarcane, In love with the one to whom every that belongs.

Still wondering i went out shopping where i came upon a griffin, (not pictured below) which i brought home, not sure where she'll go but she is beautiful, powerful in golden brass..

I also came across these flowering spikey palm trees which i've seen around town over the past few days, hard to believe they grow and flower in Edinburgh, but apparently they do.

Awesome, enchanting, opening up the warehouse within ....unexpected... looking, being, present,