All of these are by Rumi, who happens to be my favorite poet...
You Are Not Your Eyes
Those who have reached their arms
into emptiness are no longer
concerned with lies and truth, with
mind and soul, or which side of
the bed they rose from. If you
are still struggling to understand,
you are not there. You offer your
soul to one who says, "Take it to
the
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