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sunflowerA sunflower’s reason for existence must be to simply make us smile.

~Medicine out of Pain~

In the drumbeat moment of red flowers opening and grapes being crushed,
the soul and luminous clarity sit together.

sunflower All desire wants is a taste of you,
two small villages in a mountain valley where everyone longs for presence.

We start to step up, a step appears.
You say, I am more compassionate than your
mother and father.
I make medicine out of your pain.

From your chimney smoke I shape new constellations.
I tell everything, but I do not say it, because, my friend,
it is better your secret be spoken by you.

Rumi