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One Vision

Day and night, no difference. The sun *is* the moon: an amalgam. Their gold and silver melt together.

This is the season when the dead branch and the green branch are the same branch.

Nightmares fill with light like a holiday. Humans and angels speak one language. The elusive ones finally meet.

Good and evil, dead and alive, everything blooms from one natural stem.

You know this already, I’ll stop. Any direction you turn it’s one vision.

-Rumi as translated and rendered by Coleman Barks and David Ulansey

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