The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.
When anything is sold, soul gets given in the cash: people waiting at a door.
A ladder leaning on a roof, someone climbing down.
The market square bright with understanding.
Listening opens its amazed mouth.
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“After I grew up, I realized that nationality was a figment of Our imagination”. Your Words resonate deeply with Me, thank You so much for the follow, I look forward to reading many more of Your posts. Love and Blessings.
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Thank you so much! Looking forward to reading yours too.
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A wide listening sky with thousand candles. Wow what a great verse. Loved it
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Rumi’s eloquence as usual 🌻
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I can see you are very talented. Keep up the good work
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This is a great compliment! Thank you 🌻
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My pleasure 😊
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Rumi is a favourite, nice to meet you!
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Nice to meet you too 🌻
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thank you for the sunflower 🙂
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Most welcome!
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