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The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
~Rumi
~Rumi
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To be Human.
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Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence.
Existence: This place made from our love for that emptiness!
Yet somehow comes emptiness,this existence goes.
Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.
Then one swoop, one swing of the arm, that work is over.
Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.
The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw blown off into emptiness.
These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:
Words and what they try to say swept out the window, down the slant of the roof.
-Rumi
I'm free again. Home is where the heart rests - mine is in Colorado.
Existence: This place made from our love for that emptiness!
Yet somehow comes emptiness,this existence goes.
Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.
Then one swoop, one swing of the arm, that work is over.
Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.
The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw blown off into emptiness.
These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:
Words and what they try to say swept out the window, down the slant of the roof.
-Rumi
I'm free again. Home is where the heart rests - mine is in Colorado.
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