"The gold of your intelligence
is scattered over many clippings
and bits of wanting.
Bring them all together in one place.
How else can I stamp it?
Think how a great city concentrates
around a point.
Damascus or Samarcand.
Grain by grain, collect the pieces.
The Beloved then becomes
food and water, lamp and helper,
dessert and wine.
Many-ness is confusion and
intellectual talk.
Silence gives answers.
I know that,
but my mouth keeps opening
involuntarily like a yawn
or a sneeze."


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