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At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine.
Nevit Ergin • Rumi: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
The body is a device to calculate the astronomy of the spirit.