By Rumi

Saggitarius: The Archer

As essence turns to ocean,

the particles glisten.

 

Watch how in this candleflame instant

blaze all the moments you have lived.

 

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You are in my eyes.

How else could I see light?

 

You are in my brain.

This wild joy.

 

If love did not live in matter,

how would any place

 

have any hold on anyone?

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