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"And don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous."
Rumi, from “Form Is Ecstatic” in The Soul of Rumi, trans. Coleman Barks  (via shaktilover)

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"Just like night-birds, we search for each other in the darkness, and we play-pretend that we don’t see each other, that we can only feel, that we can only touch. You make my hands look for your buttons…"
Cabas (via maxieebee)
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