If someone asks, "what kind of love is this?" say, let go your tiller and see! Those who haven't abandoned free will will never know.
Dive into this love and the world parts before you. This love and you are circling outside of time. Everything else is borrowed and crumbling. What is born in the spring fades in the fall. Don't pine for a beautiful corpse. This love is the rose that blooms forever.
Rumi--A New Illuminated Rumi--ONE SONG--Michael Green
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