A poem I read last week that has stuck with me.
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A candle is made to become entirely flame.
In that annihilating moment
it has no shadow.
In that annihilating moment
it has no shadow.
It is nothing but a tongue of light
describing a refuge.
describing a refuge.
Look at this
just-finishing candle stub
as someone who is finally safe
from virtue and vice,
just-finishing candle stub
as someone who is finally safe
from virtue and vice,
the pride and the shame
we claim from those.
we claim from those.
- Rumi
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