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Rumi
Kiss the Ground
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened.
Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss
the ground.
Rumi
words
- Sylvia Plath. Black Rook in Rainy weather
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things to write about
- where will love begin to change you next. [steve garnaas-holmes]
- the threatened swan
About Me
- karen
- I believe in drift and looking. Grateful for my roots, my many opportunities, and my view of the world. I hope to give back. I'm impatient with complaining and inaction. I may be ridiculously naive.
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