From the hundreds of times I lost
the connection, I learn this:
Your fragrance
brings me back. Inside that I become
a feast day with aloeswood burning,
the pure empty sky around the moon.
Then I make promises.
I break them.
And same as before,
I try
to find You
by thinking
and reading
about finding.
No help there!
Try something different.
Rumi
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