#rumi #poetry #essentialrumi #colemanbarks (at Starbucks)
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine, Breathe into me.
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| — | Rumi (via erosions) |
Joy in the body.
Joy in objects made of wood, fiber, clay, from materials akin to ours, dear and lovely. The world’s consanguinity.
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In That Great River: A Notebook(via light-essence) |
