A Time To Plant, A Time To Reap

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, 

therefore not by book nor from tongue.

If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, 

that is illumination of heart.

– Rumi

As I climbed each individual stair towards the peak of my own curiosity, I took refuge at my window and discovered that one window is enough for me to believe that to every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.

Turn! Turn! Turn!

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal

A time to laugh, a time to weep

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down

A time to dance, a time to mourn

A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time of love, a time of hate

A time of war, a time of peace

A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose

A time to rend, a time to sew

A time for love, a time for hate

A time for peace, I swear it's not too late.

– as sung by the Byrds

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