My religion is to live through Love:
a life created from my own small mind and self would be a disgrace.
The blade of Love cuts away what covers the lover’s soul; Love’s sword severs sins.
When the bodily grime is gone, a shining moon appears:
Spirit’s moon in a wide-open sky.
I’ve beat this drum of Love for so long, for you whom I adore, singing: “My life depends upon my dying”
This keeps my body and soul alive. I dream but I do not sleep.
The seagull fears no shipwreck. Her feet love to touch the ocean..
~ Rumi Mathnawi VI, 4059-4064 Art by MeAlbena Vatcheva |
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