When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth
RUMI
cybershamans (karmapolice) / CC BY-NC-ND 3.0
2 comments:
I Love this picture of the warrior princess with the Kris knives.
it's the Morrigu, Lee, and our king is dead, my sorrow is unbearable
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