With the Beloved's water of life,
no illness remains
In the Beloved's rose garden of union,
no thorn remains.
They say there is a window from
...one heart to another
How can there be a window
where no wall remains?
~Rumi~
Rumi Let me stop looking at myself and start looking at You,
There is a love beyond time, a love that breathes life into a corps,
no illness remains
In the Beloved's rose garden of union,
no thorn remains.
They say there is a window from
...one heart to another
How can there be a window
where no wall remains?
~Rumi~
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