thorns . . . .
The same old village: here
where I was born,
Every flower I touch . . a
hidden thorn.
Issa
posted by corewell at 11:58 PM
This spreading radiance of a True Human Being has great importance. Look carefully around you and recognize the luminosity of souls. Sit beside those who draw you to that. Jalal Rumi
posted by corewell at 11:58 PM
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