You are the ocean. Rise up, rise up!
Month: April 2017
The science of the heart tells no lies.
The sacred dance of birth happens every day.
O God, reveal to the soul that place where speech has no letters, so that the pure soul may go headlong toward the expanse of nonexistence out of which we are fed. ~Rumi
I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud. ~ Rumi
