"When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy." ~ Rumi
Not of this dust, though here we tread and breathe,
Born not of woman, sown not in the womb,
But forged in realms where stars like embers gleam,
Our essence is woven into celestial bloom.
Unseen, we danced on morning's silver thread.
Whispering with comets in the cosmic night…
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