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// Rumi
MAY
28
2014

There is a way between voice and presence

There is a way between voice and presence where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens. With wandering talk it closes.   — Rumi
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MAY
28
2014

In Every Breath

in every breath if you’re the center of your own desires you’ll lose the grace of your beloved but if in every breath you blow away your self claim the ecstasy of love will soon arrive in every breath if you’re the center of your own thoughts the sadness of
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MAY
28
2014

God I said: What about my eyes?

God I said: What about my eyes? said: Keep them on the road. I said: What about my passion? God said: Keep it burning. I said: What about my heart? God said: Tell me what you hold inside it? I said: Pain and sorrow. He said: Stay with it. The wounds are the place where Light
MAY
28
2014

I died from minerality and became vegetable

I died from minerality and became vegetable; And From vegetativeness I died and became animal. I died from animality and became man. Then why fear disappearance through death? Next time I shall die Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels; After that, soaring higher than
APR
16
2014

The Silk Worm

I stood before a silk worm one day And that night my heart said to me, “I can do things like that, I can spin skies, I can be woven into love that can bring warmth to people; I can be soft against a crying face, I can be wings that lift, and I can travel on my thousand feet
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APR
16
2014

Huddled Beneath the Sky

The sadness I have caused any face by letting a stray word strike it, any pain I have caused you, what can I do to make us even? Demand a hundred fold of me – I’ll pay it. During the day I hold my feet accountable to watch out for wondrous insects and their friends. Why would I
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APR
16
2014

That Lives in Us

If you put your hands on this oar with me, they will never harm another, and they will come to find they hold everything you want. If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer lift anything to your mouth that might wound your precious land – that sacred earth
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