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is not here, he must be inside us. There’s no
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place like that anywhere in the world.
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. Sohbet: Who You Talking To?
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For Rumi the appearance of formal beauty comes as a natu-
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ral response to being spoken to. The rose opens because it
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has heard something. The cypress grows strong and
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straight because a love-secret is being whispered. Elegance
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in language arrives in response. Before creation there was a
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question, “Am I not your lord?” The simultaneous YES!
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that came is why we are here at all in the midst of three
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hundred billion galaxies.
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I have a friend who, when she wants to know who I am
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seeing, who I am in love with, asks, Who you talking to? The
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exchange of deep friendship makes a fine entrance into
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love and trust, into the mysterious action that moves
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through the eyes, the voice, the heart.
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Rumi wonders, Can you see these escapees, the ones who have
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gotten free of their personalities and into the truer self? He celebrates
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the freedom of those escapees, how their friendship dis-
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solves into everything: what anybody says, whatever hap-
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pens.
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Emily Dickinson says, I dwell in possibility, a fairer house
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than prose. That region where her poetry grew is sohbet.
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I dwell in possibility,
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A fairer house than prose,
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More numerous of windows,
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