The sun is love. The lover,
a speck circling the sun.
A spring wind moves to dance
any branch that isn't dead.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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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
Oh to be in Rumi's mind, now that would clear out some cobwebs and have me see the world anew.
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