How I love reading you before I fall asleep. You center me and ease me into dreams of flight and peace. Thank you, Rumi. Centuries have passed since you wrote down these words...did you ever imagine healing a 21st century woman as she drifts into her dreams?
“Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”
*and for the patient lover in me*:
"The way you make love is the way
God will be with you."
About Me
- mo
- I prefer summer over winter. I prefer red wine over beer. I prefer the company of toddlers over the company of many adults. I prefer music over silence. I prefer hellos over goodbyes. I prefer hope over bitterness. I prefer the sky over the ground. I prefer dancing over being still. I prefer laughter over crying. I prefer crying over apathy. I prefer contacts over glasses. I prefer open over closed. I prefer being the driver over being the passenger. I prefer forgiveness over pain. I prefer love above everything.
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