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There is a shimmering excitement in
being sentient and shaped. The
.
caravan master sees his camels lost
in it, nose to tail, as he himself is,
.
his friend, and the stranger coming
toward them. A gardener watches the
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sky break into song, cloud wobbly with
what it is. Bud, thorn, the same.
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Wind, water, wandering this essential
state. Fire, ground, gone. That's
.
how it is with the outside. Form
is ecstatic...
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~ Rumi
from: The Soul of Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks
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from: The Soul of Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks
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