Apart from Love everything passes away. The way to heaven is in your heart. Open and lift the wings of Love Rumi
Monday, December 29, 2014
Thursday, December 25, 2014
When Love comes suddenly and taps
on your window, run and let it in, but first
shut the door of your reason,
even the smallest hint chases love away,
like smoke that drowns the freshness
of the morning breeze.
To reason, Love can only say
the way is barred, you can’t pass through,
but to the lover it offers a hundred blessings.
Before the mind decides to take a step,
Love has reached the seventh heaven.
Love has climbed the Holy Mountain.
I must stop this talk now and let
Love speak from its nest of silence.
Rumi
Thursday, December 11, 2014
I want to taste and glory in each day,
and never be afraid to experience pain;
and never shut myself up
in a numb core of nonfeeling,
or stop questioning and criticizing life and
take the easy way out.
To learn and think: to think and live;
to live and learn: this always,
with new insight, new understanding,
and new love.
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