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From this Ruin

Maybe what I didn’t know all along this path was that all my heart’s feeling was nourishment, like rain water filling the roses. I thought it was a fire in a tinder dry wood, a hail of flaming comets at … Continue reading

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Ibn Arabi’s Nazim

Epilogue He: She wasmysteriously veiledShe wasthe magnet for my eyesShe wasa womanandthe magnet for my soul She: I wasmysteriously calledI wasthe space where his eyes learned to seeI wasa woman. … All paths are circular … Ibn ‘Arabī

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