today
like lots of other days
we wake up frightened
planning
in the future or past
asleep to our real self
don't open the door to
the study
and begin reading
don't open the computer
and begin emailing
take down the lute
and sing
take your feet
outdoors
and walk
under a ceiling five miles high
let the beauty we love, be what we do
there are thousands of ways to kneel
and kiss the ground
rumi,
and me
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