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| This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
Rumi
The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XIII
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| Oh I love Rumi, thanks for the post.
Hari Om,
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| Beautiful.
I love Rumi. He was/is one of the many beautiful things to come from Iran.
Jonathon
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