Quit talking about your fears of work
And of being uncomfortable.
It's time to speak of roses and pomegranates,
And of the ocean where pearls are made
Of language and vision, and of the invisible ladders,
Which are different for each person, that lead
To the infinite place where trees
Murmur among themselves
"What a fine stretch
This is in the air today!"
And nightingales ask
The just-beginning nubs of fruit that appear
When the blossoms fall off
Give us some of what you're drinking!"
Join that endless joy-talking,
And forget the other, the worrying that
You might be taken for a jackass!
~Rumi
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