Sometimes you don’t want to do it:

You’re tired and just want to rest;

The ideas haven’t come and inertia has won,

So you sit there alone and depressed.

But that’s when you need to remember:

The magic won’t happen by chance;

It’s for you to find—and it’s rude to decline

When the universe asks you to dance.

Every child has known God,

Not the God of names,

Not the God of don’ts,

Not the God who ever does

Anything weird,

But the God who knows only 4 words.

And keeps repeating them, saying:

“Come Dance with Me”

—Hafiz

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