And today, the powerful words of Rumi, whose poems can truly transcend the ego and make their way straight to the soul.
Silkworms - Rumi
The hurt you embrace becomes joy.
Call it to your arms where it can
change. A silkworm eating leaves
makes a cocoon. Each of us weaves a chamber of leaves and sticks.
Silkworms begin to truly exist
as they disappear inside that room.
Without legs, we fly.....When I stop
speaking, this poem will close,
and open its silent wings . . .
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