It really is so incomprehensible you know,
Words can’t capture it,
And we, grasping but a moment of it's mystery,
Feast on that beauty our whole lives.
Be Like Birds
Each morning, whether there be Clear blue skies or the darkest clouds, Terrifying thunder or raptured stillness, Shattering rain or a gentle...
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Who am I right now oh Flame? A betrothed moth! A Lover who once thought he knew who he was, melted by thy heat, and lost to any self ... -
Know my Friend, that which is called by the lover is but the Beloved calling back. Oh, I know it sounds like your own voice, ... -
"There is some kiss we want with our whole lives" - Rumi You think you yearn for things you don’...
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