every sound is music
every silence is poetry
inside every stove
there is bread of life
every movement is dance
every flower pulsates with mystery.
every beehive vibrates with
a raw honey -
If you have not felt this
If you have not smelled this
If you are not drunk yet
It is just because you have
not allowed it to reveal itself
to you.
Dear friend,
allow the winter to be winter
allow the night to come and go
you are rejecting what
you
really want
with all of yourself.
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