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.




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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