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God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. don't try to end it. be your note.
-Rumi
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God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And

Rumi
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. don't try to end it. be your note.
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