Come, Come, Whoever You Are
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.
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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