A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed
cut holes in it and called it a human being.
Since then its been wailing a tender agony
of parting never mentioning the skill
that gave it life as a flute
Rumi
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For years copying other people I tried to know myself.
From within I couldnt decide what to do.
Unable to see I heard my name being called.
Then I walked outside.
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Your hand opens and closes opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds wings.
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