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 hundred of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
from The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
Friday, 8 September 2017
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