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Oct 2012
Why ravage
precious time
on Earth
with complaints
and petty insults?
Like seeds of flowers'
summers spent,
the minutes sail on
careless breath
while waiting
for your
blessings.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.

~ Rumi
Izshe
Written by
Izshe
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