Every moment gives
Birth to another,
As though death
Was making love
To life.
And from the womb flows the
Illusion that only one
Mother could hold the baby
Crying out for a rest.
But I know when it's time
To pass it on.
Let yourself be silently drawn
by the strange pull of what you really love.
It will not lead you astray.~ Rumi ~
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