You that love lovers
This is your home. Welcome.
In the midst of making form, love
made this form that melts form,
With love for the door
Soul the vestibule.
Watch the dust grains moving
In the light near the window
Their dance is our dance
We rarely hear the inward music,
But we're all dancing to it nevertheless
Direct by the one who teaches us. The pure joy of the sun
Our music master
When I am with you we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I cannot go to sleep.
Praise for these two insomnias!
And the diference between then.
Rumi
(Blackberry)
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