text-align: center;">mindful of each and every blessing and the quiet simplicity of nature and family that we cherish so dearly.
Be with those who help your being.
Dont sit with indifferent people,
whose breath comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.
A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you dont try to fly, and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when its too late for all you could become.
Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?
-Rumi
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