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What in your life is calling you?When all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside,
and the wild iris blooms by itself
in the dark forest,
what still pulls on your soul?
—Rumi
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Through what roads and how did you find my soul?
Who taught you the steps that would lead you to me?
What flower, what stone, what smoke revealed my abode?
—Pablo Neruda
milky night
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