We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless.
~ Rumi
Sufi poet
Poem by Hafiz
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
–Hafiz
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