of their bodies. Do you see them?
Open your eyes for those who escape
to meet with other escapees,
whose hearts associate
in a way they have
of leaving their false selves
to live in a truer self.
I don't mind if my companions
wander away for a while.
They will come back
like a smiling drunk...
A nightingale sometimes
flies from a garden
to sing in the forest.
--Rumi
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