“Begin” by Rumi

This is now. Now is. Do not postpone till then. Spend the spark of iron on stone. Sit at the head of the table. Dip your spoon in the bowl.

Seat yourself next to your joy, and have your awakened soul pour wine.

Branches in the spring wind, easy dance of jasmine and cypress.

Cloth for green robes

has been cut from pure absence.

You are the tailor, settled among his shop goods, quietly sewing.

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