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Dervishes

  • Sep 4, 2020
  • 1 min read

Updated: Sep 15, 2020

Gratitude, digitally inscribed; the density of early morning stillness; pages of blank stares; run-on desires; vague approximations; a second cup of coffee, with cardamom; a working lawn mower. Spinning between and unfolding through, this is how we find god, Rumi says.

 
 
 

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