is a jungle. Sometimes wolves
dominate. Sometimes wild hogs.
Be wary when you breathe.
At one moment gentle,
generous qualities, like Joseph's,
pass from one nature to another.
The next moment
vicious qualities move in hidden ways.
In every instant a new species
rises in the chest --
now a demon, now an angel, now
a wild animal, now a human friend.
-- Rumi
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Reflected in An Interior Forest | The inner jungle
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