I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.

Friday, February 24, 2012

dear heart



Be honest dear heart,
broken and abashed,
how can you still chase love?
Without a drop of water
how dare you enter
the raging fire of love?
Tell me foolish heart,
what can I do with you?

~Rūmī

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