Before death takes away what you are given,
give away what is there to give.
No dead person grieves for his death. He mourns only what
he didn't do. Why did I wait? Why did I not . . . ? Why did I
neglect to . . . ?
I cannot think of better advice to send. I hope you like it.
May you stay in your infinity.
Peace.
"One hundred and forty-seven of Rumi's letters survive. Many of them contain lines of poetry composed while writing the letters."
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At the request of a Rumi Reader, I have enabled comments, because I agree that someone, sometime might want to write about the power of Rumi's words. So many times they have met me in ways I just have to share, and so I want you to have that opportunity here. There is no expectation for comments, but please do write something if you feel the urge. ~ Ruth