I have a million thoughts but not enough time to write them down. So I will post this for now.
MY WORST HABIT
My worst habit is I get so tired of winter
I become a torture to those I am with.
If you are not here, nothing grows.
I lack clarity. My words tangle and knot up.
How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river.
How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you.
When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools,
dig a way out through the bottom to the ocean.
There is a secret medicine given only to those
who hurt so hard they cannot hope.
The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
Look as long as you can at the friend you love,
no matter whether that friend is moving away from you,
or coming back towards you.
- Rumi
Until next time...
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