Rumi says
"With the Beloved's water of life, no illness remains
In the Beloved's rose garden of union, no thorn remains.
They say there is a window from one heart to another
How can there be a window where no wall remains?"
Labels: By Rumi
When Mysteries converse the wonder to the soul, the Lover thaws away in Beloved and the lustrous essence engulfs the influence of mind. The voyager then uncovers the veil, witnesses the beloved and cedes the wings to wander no more. (Nauschien)
Labels: By Rumi
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