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this body is a rose rumi day 28/365

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This body is a rose” Each form you see has its unseen archetype. If the form is transient, its essence is eternal. If you have known beauty in a face or wisdom in a word, let this counsel your heart: what perishes is not real. Since the springhead is timeless, its branches refresh. Since neither can cease, what is the cause of your sorrow? Think of the soul as source  and created things as springs. While the source exists, the springs continually flow. Empty your head of grief and drink from the stream. Don’t think of it failing— this water is endless. From the moment you came into the manifest world, a ladder was offered for your escape. From mineral substance you became a living plant, and later a roving animal. Is this a secret? Afterwards, as a human being, you developed reason, consciousness, faith. See how this body has risen from the dust like a rose? When you have surpassed the human state, your angelic nature will unfold  in a world beyond this world. Surp...

day 27/365 days of poems

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day 26/365. remember

Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star's stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun's birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the giving away to night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and breath. You are evidence of her life, and her mother's, and hers. Remember your father. He is your life, also. Remember the earth whose skin you are: red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth brown earth, we are earth. Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems. Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin of this universe. Remember you are all people and all people are you. Remember you are this universe and this universe is you. Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you. Remember language comes from this. Remember the dance language is, that ...

day 25/365 solitude

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day 24/365 stay wild

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day 23/365

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day 22/365 unless

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day 22/365 anxiety

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day 21/365 smile

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day 19/365

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day 18/365 .hope

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day 17/365

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day 16/365 .. why me

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day 15/365 .. flower

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14/365 days of poems

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Emotions...

day 13/365 days of poems

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On death...

day 12 /365 days of poems

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Life

day 11/365 ..two realities

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 We see what our eyes want to see .........only

day 10/365

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Raaga the crow

day 9/365.. if..

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day 8/365 letting go

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day 7/365 of poems.. nature

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day 6/365.. the rose

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day 5/365 days of poems

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Mind ... ......

day 4/365 days of poems

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Silence and its effect

day 3/365 memories

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day 2/ 365 poems life...

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Life by ernest hemingway Life can be understood relatively Only through pain.. joy. Or  Only throught joy... pain

Day 1/365 poems

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Time and tide wait for no one