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ॐ One crisp afternoon Rumi was walking alone with her red book and newly acquired gold coin in tow.  The red book, her trusty companion, never left her side.  It had been with her as long as she could remember and although the edges were becoming more and more frayed, Rumi wouldn’t think of ever replacing it.  And now that the man had given Rumi a gold coin, she felt as if she had everything she needed in life. Rumi loved the gold coin.  Although it was old, if she held it in the right light, she could see it

ॐ Rumi was sitting on her favorite bench high up on a cliff overlooking the ocean.  She would sit and watch the waves below crash against the shore.  The sound of the crashing waves became almost like a meditation for her.  Whenever she sat alone, invariably someone would always come and join her.  It was her presence that drew them to her. On this day, a very old man approached her and sat down with her.  It wasn’t long before he began talking with Rumi. “Fear sometimes creeps into my heart in the middle of the night,” he said.  It’s