Today
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do, There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Rumi
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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.
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