All In The Waiting

I love poetry.
Was reading some yesterday.
A few came up in different conversations throughout the week.
Here are a few:

Don't
Surrender
Your loneliness so quickly.
Let it cut more
Deep.

Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice so
Tender,

My need of God
Absolutely
Clear.

---Hafiz

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I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, 

   

for hope would be hope for the wrong thing. 

   

And wait without love. For love would be love, 

   

of the wrong thing. 

   

Yet there is faith. 

   

But the faith and the hope and the love, are all in the waiting. 

   

And the darkness shall be the light 

   

and the stillness the dancing.

---T.S. Elliot

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Dance when you're broken open.
Dance when you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you're perfectly free.
Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside
her,
like a wave that crests into foam at the very
top,
Begins.
Maybe you don't hear that tambourine,
or the tree leaves clapping time.
Close the ears on your head,
that listen mostly to the lies and cynical jokes.
There are other things to see, and hear.
Music.  Dance.
A brilliant city inside your soul!

---Rumi