This is love: to fly toward a secret
sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall
each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without
feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be
the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has
been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XIII
Rumi
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