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Saturday, August 27, 2016

We would die

The
Earth would die
If the sun stopped kissing her
                             Hafiz
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It is a funny thing love
without it do not flourish
any more than the earth can flourish without the sun

and yet
just as the sun and burn the earth
and leave it brown and desolate
so too love
can scorch our souls and leave our hearts a wasteland

we need love
as the earth needs the sun
but we also need those moments in the shadow
and those times when the clouds gather and the rain falls

love it seems is perfected
and finds its perfect balance
in life
not as we dream it
but as it is

in those moments when it breaks forth,
as the sun breaks through the clouds,
in the midst of difficult and terrifying times

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