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Lord, said David, since you do not need us, why did you create those two worlds? Reality replied: O prisoner of time, I was secret of treasure and generosity, and I wished this treasure to be knowed, so I created a miror its shining face, the heart; its darkened back, the world, the back would please you if never you've seen the face.
Poem by Jalaluddin Rumi |
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