Today, like every other day,
We wake up empty and frightened.
Don't open the door to the study
And begin reading.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
You must ask for what you really want.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
Where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Take down a musical instrument.
All day and night, music,
A quiet, bright reedsong.
If it fades, we fade.
I would love to kiss you.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles
And the one great turning, our souls
Are dancing with you.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear ?
Don't go back to sleep.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
You must ask for what you really want.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Adapted from a poem from Rumi
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