my
face
and
this single tear
fall
silently
as
this hope
that
bloomed
now
wans
from
neglect
Sunday, November 27, 2005
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A story is like water that you heat for your bath. ... Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it. ... The body itself is a screen to shield and partially reveal the light that's blazing inside your presence. Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hide and show what's hidden. Study them, and enjoy this being washed with a secret we sometimes know, and then not. (extracts of "Story Water", by Rumi)
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