In your light
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
Where no one sees you,
But sometimes I do,
And that sight becomes this art.
Rumi
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The breeze at dawn
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you,
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want,
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
Where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open,
Don't go back to sleep.
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