Monthly Archives: November 2011

Drumbsound rises on the air,
its throb, my heart.

A voice inside the beat says,
“I know you’re tired,
but come. This is the way.”

— Rumi

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dots . . . . across the universe

I am so small I can barely be seen. 
How can this great love be inside me?

Look at your eyes. They are small,
but they see enormous things.

— Rumi

yes.

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