I am tired of cowards.
I want to live with the lions,
Not whining teary people.
I want to sing like birds sing,
not worrying who hears, or what they think.
Last night a great teacher went door to door with a lamp,
He who is not to be found is the one I am looking for.
Beyond wanting, beyond place, inside form, that one.
- Rumi (The Big Red Book, Coleman Barks).
— Mar 12, 2018 07:04PM
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