For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.
From within, I couldn’t decide what to do.
Unable to see, I heard my name being called.
Then I walked outside.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
- Rumi
the bill hader to my andy samberg
mythologyofblue:
There is a pause always around the word
heart, the history
of leaving, the small right-angled scars of loss.
-Sue Goyette, from “October, An Elegy”
(via pauses-and-silences)
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