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"The stars got poured into the sky / Out of a Magician's hat last night, / And all of them have fallen into my hair. / Some have even tangled my eyelashes / Into luminous, playful knots. / Wayfarer, You are welcome to cut a radiant tress / That lays upon my shoulders. / Wrap it around your trembling heart and body / That craves divine comfort and warmth.... Dear one, / Even if you have no net to catch Venus / My music will circle this earth for hundreds of years / And fall like resplendent debris, / Holy seed, onto a fertile woman. / For Hafiz / Wants to help you laugh at your every / Desire." Chapter 11, "Out of God's Hat," page 154

"Birds initially had no desire to fly, / What really happened was this: / God once sat close to them playing / Music. / When He left / They missed Him so much / Their great longing sprouted wings, / Needing to search the / Sky." Chapter 24, "Every City is a Dulcimer," page 315

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