What type of heat do we create with
the fire of a life?
Passionate? Spiritual? Unconditionally loving? Romantic? Sorrowful? Raging?
Who would sit before our hearth to
warm their soul?
A friend? A foe? A lost soul? A beloved?
What radiance of love do we
exude?
Vibrant? Distorted? Conditional? Compassionate? Kindly? Considerate?
Beloved, we are living, evolving
art. Priceless, unique in every way!
We should laugh at our penchant for
criticism.
Can one judge art? All judgment is a crucifixion of the self.
We are all engaged in the self-artistry of living life as
best we can.
Oh, the folly of our insecurities!
Rumi
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