one

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I asked for one kiss.  You gave me six.

Who was teacher is now student.

Things good and generous take form in me,

and the air is clear.

There is a strange frenzy in my head,
of birds flying,
each particle circulating on its own.

Is the one I love everywhere?

We take long trips.
We puzzle over the meaning of a painting or a book,
when what we are wanting to see and understand in this world,
we are that.

 

 
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~ Rumi

from the big red book

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