“At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door
and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door,
only the window.” - rumi
Are there times in your life that you wish you are one with nature? Do you miss the river that no longer flows? or the fireflies that is no longer at your doorstep?
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