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Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
A Voice Through the Door
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door
calling you, as fish out of water
hear the waves, or a hunting falcon
hears the drums: Come back. Come back.
This turning toward what you deeply love
saves you. Read the book of your life,
which has been given you.
A voice comes to your soul saying:
Lift your foot. Cross over.
Move into emptiness
of question and answer and question.
~Mevlana Rumi
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door
calling you, as fish out of water
hear the waves, or a hunting falcon
hears the drums: Come back. Come back.
This turning toward what you deeply love
saves you. Read the book of your life,
which has been given you.
A voice comes to your soul saying:
Lift your foot. Cross over.
Move into emptiness
of question and answer and question.
~Mevlana Rumi
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