Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you. —Rumi

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I pray in words. I pray in poems. 

I want to learn to pray through breathing, through dreams and sleeplessness, through love and renunciation. 

I pray through snow that falls outside the window. 

I pray with the tears that do not end.

—Anna Kamienska

In That Great River: A Notebook

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Life’s splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.
 

—Franz Kafka

Diaries of Franz Kafka 1914-1923

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