“Love’s Apocalypse, Love’s Glory” by Rumi
Love’s Apocalypse, Love’s Glory One breath from the breath of the Lover Would be enough to burn away the world, To scatter this insignificant universe…
Continue reading →Love’s Apocalypse, Love’s Glory One breath from the breath of the Lover Would be enough to burn away the world, To scatter this insignificant universe…
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Continue reading →We think we get over things. We don’t get over things. Or say, we get over the measles but not a broken heart. We need…
Continue reading →Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers…
Continue reading →Epitaph When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry,…
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Continue reading →Rumi, the thirteenth-century poet, was a master of death. As one of the world’s greatest mystics, he had the supreme experience of “dying before he…
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