I might disperse the southern clouds,
I might drain out the sea,
I might cure the incurable sick,
But I cannot convince a fool.
I might drain out the sea,
I might cure the incurable sick,
But I cannot convince a fool.
Labels: by Lalla
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 Lalla
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