Thursday, January 12, 2017

slow growth

 



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The most living moment comes when
those who love each other meet each
other's eyes and in what flows
between them then. To see your face

in a crowd of others, or alone on a 
frightening street, I weep for that.

Our tears improve the earth. The
time you scolded me, your gratitude,

your laughing, always your qualities
increase the soul. Seeing you is a 

wine that does not muddle or numb.
We sit inside the cypress shadow

where amazement and clear thought
twine their slow growth into us.


–Rumi


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