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Lesson 64: My Life in Your Hands
Seizing my life in your hands, you thrashed it clean
On the savage rocks of Eternal Mind.
How its colours bled, until they grew white!
You smile and sit back; I dry in your sun.
- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
(Translated by Andrew Harvey from A Year of Rumi)
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