For sixty years I have been forgetful,

every moment,

but not for a second

has this flowing toward me slowed or stopped.

I deserve nothing. Today I recognize

that I am the guest the mystics talk about.

I play this living music for my host.

Everything today is for the host.

.

.

~Coleman barks Rumi, the Book of Love page 15

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