Thursday, August 26, 2010

The Mystic


The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.

"Listen to the reed and the tale it tells,
how it sings of separation..."
-Rumi.



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