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What I want.

When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of distress and anxiety;

If I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without any pain.

From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me.

There is a great secret in this for anyone who can grasp it.

Poem by Rumi

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