Sunday, July 6, 2008
More on threads, weaves, robes and carrying spirit on my bloodstream's current...
I've given up on my brain.
I've torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.
If you're not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you,
and sleep.
- Rumi
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