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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 throughout the earth,
my sacks filled with the sacred”
And I replied to my heart,

“Dear, can you really do all those things?” And it just nodded “Yes”
In silence.

So we began and will never cease.

— Rumi

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