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“The poet stands at the hub of the universe contemplating the mysteries…
Oblivious to sight and sound, he is lost in reverie… He fishes up living
words from the deep seas, and brings down beautiful images like birds
on arrow strings shot out from the clouds.”

— Lu Chi, Wen Fu: Art of Letters (302 AD) 

rumi 27

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I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.