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I look at my heart, such as it is,
so much lower than what language can do;
but yet: the heart is itself what is, is all that is,
it is all that is disguised by speech.
How many words will you speak today?
Too many; much too many.
How much will you be burned by love
burning, burning? Not enough.
Make friends with fire: that is enough.
Let love light up inside you
and burn the thoughts away.

 

Rumi

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