There is a light seed grain inside.
You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
I'm caught in this curling energy. Your hair.
Whoever's calm and sensible is insane.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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At the request of a Rumi Reader, I have enabled comments, because I agree that someone, sometime might want to write about the power of Rumi's words. So many times they have met me in ways I just have to share, and so I want you to have that opportunity here. There is no expectation for comments, but please do write something if you feel the urge. ~ Ruth
this may be what I needed to read at this moment in time.
ReplyDeleteThe farther away that we get from our true purpose in life - what we are really called to share, give and offer to the world - the more we die to who we really are.
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