“The Oldest Thirst There Is” (Rumi)

Give us gladness that connects with the friend, a taste of the quick, you that make a cypress strong and jasmine jasmine.

Give us the inner listening that is a way in itself

and the oldest thirst there is.

Do not measure it out with a cup. I am a fish. You are the moon. You cannot touch me, but your light fills the ocean where I live.

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