ʺI wonder from these thousands of ʺmeʹsʺ,
which one am I?
Listen to the cry,
do not drown my voice
I am completely filled with the thought of you.
Donʹt lay broken glass on my path
I will crust it into dust. I am nothing,
just a mirror in the palm of your hand,
reflecting your kindness, your sadness, your anger.
If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower
I would pitch my tent in your shadow.
Only your presence revives my withered heart.
You are the candle that lights the whole world
and I am an empty vessel for your lightʺ. Rumi
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