Worries are hidden in mattresses
Like dollars and nickels
And relief comes from a clear ear
Suddenly unbanked of its wax
Remember who took me by the hand
Rumi stopped me and said:
Stop as you look at this carnival
Half of it is just your body
And the tricks it’s playing on you
And the carnival had so many colors
Red, green, blue
So many colors
Beauty is Imperfection 
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