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a wished for song
You are song,
a wished-for song.
Go through the
ear to the center,
where the sky is,
where wind,
where silent knowing.
Put seeds and
cover them.
Blades will sprout
where you do
your work.
~ Rumi
You are song,
a wished-for song.
Go through the
ear to the center,
where the sky is,
where wind,
where silent knowing.
Put seeds and
cover them.
Blades will sprout
where you do
your work.
~ Rumi