Guest guest Posted October 2, 2001 Report Share Posted October 2, 2001 Outside, the freezing desert night. This other night inside grows warm, kindling. Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust. We have a soft garden in here. The continents blasted, cities, towns, everything become a scorched, blackened ball. The news we hear is full of grief for that future, but the real news inside here is there's no news at all. - Rumi ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` " Open Secret " Versions by Coleman Barks Threshold Books, 1984) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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