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| Spring in my backyard |
Love lit a fire in my chest,
and anything that wasn't love left: intellectual subtlety,
philosophy books, school.
All I want now to do or hear is poetry.
-Rumi
Some days when I can't find my own words I turn to the words of others. Today both this Rumi poem and this Bruno Mars song speak for me.
Namaste dear ones,
Karen
1 comment:
so beautiful, the words and the view.
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