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.
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.
Rumi
