3 December 2020 Rumi This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
3 December 2020 Rumi It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.
3 December 2020 Rumi Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
