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
Thank you so much for the keys, Lord. We are free to go.
This is beautiful and freeing. Thank you.
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Thank you! I love Hafiz! He always has the right poem for what we’re feeling.
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You’re welcome!!! Keep sharing!!
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I will, Trinity! Thanks so much for the encouragement!!
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You’re welcome!!
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