“You try to be faithful
And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope.
And when you take the lead,
I become your footstep.
Your absence leaves a void.
Without you, I can't cope.
You have disturbed my sleep,
You have wrecked my image.
You have set me apart.
Without you, I can't cope.”
― Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi
And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope.
And when you take the lead,
I become your footstep.
Your absence leaves a void.
Without you, I can't cope.
You have disturbed my sleep,
You have wrecked my image.
You have set me apart.
Without you, I can't cope.”
― Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi
“You are the drop,and the ocean
you are kindness,you are anger,
you are sweetness,you are poison.
Do not make me more disheartened.
you are the chamber of the sun,
you are the abode of venus,
you are the garden of all hope.
Oh, Beloved, let me enter.”
― Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi
you are kindness,you are anger,
you are sweetness,you are poison.
Do not make me more disheartened.
you are the chamber of the sun,
you are the abode of venus,
you are the garden of all hope.
Oh, Beloved, let me enter.”
― Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi
“Love asks us to enjoy our life
For nothing good can come of death.
Who is alive? I ask.
Those who are born of love.
Seek us in love itself,
Seek love in us ourselves.
Sometimes I venerate love,
Sometimes it venerates me.”
― Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi
For nothing good can come of death.
Who is alive? I ask.
Those who are born of love.
Seek us in love itself,
Seek love in us ourselves.
Sometimes I venerate love,
Sometimes it venerates me.”
― Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi
“For without you, I swear, the town
Has become like a prison to me.
Distraction and the mountain
And the desert, all I desire.”
― Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi
Has become like a prison to me.
Distraction and the mountain
And the desert, all I desire.”
― Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi
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