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Last night I asked the moon about the Moon,
my one question for the visible world,
Where is God?
The moon says: I am dust stirred up when he passed by.
The sun: My face is pale yellow from just now seeing him.
Water: I slide on my head and face like a snake, from a spell he said.
Fire: His lightning, I want to be that restless.
Wind, why so light?: I would burn if I had a choice.
Earth, quiet and thoughtful?:
Inside me I have a garden and an underground spring.
--Rumi
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