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August 14, 2006
silkworms
the hurt you embrace becomes joy.
call it to your arms where it can
change. a silkworm eating leaves
makes a cocoon. each of us weaves
a chamber of leaves and sticks.
silkworms begin to truly exist
as they disappear inside that room.
without legs, we fly. when i stop
speaking, this poem will close,
and open its silent wings...
- rumi -
posted by nyx at August 14, 2006 10:58 PM
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