Poems reach up like the edge of driftwood.
Along the beach, wanting and wanting!
They derive from a slow and powerful root
That we can’t see.
Stop the words now!
Open the window in the center of your chest,
And let the spirits fly in and out.
♥️~ Rumi~❤️
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From my Vietnam diary.
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