July 2012
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Poetry
And it was at that age … Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a...
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“There are many people with their eyes open
Whose hearts are shut. What do they...”
– From A King Inside Who Listen - Rumi
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