“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.” Rumi
A man stands by the riverbank Metal bucket in hand Eyes fixed on the glittering current. He dips the vessel into the flow Triumphant as it fills Then carries his prize homeward. But something has been lost in the taking— The water sits st…
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