Love has nothing to do with the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told with be told with an eloquence nearer to the understanding that these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic’s ear
the secret is no secret at all.
Mathnawi III, 1417–1424
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I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.
Rumi
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MOOD
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There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something ….Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion.
- E.B. White JUNE 24, 2008
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OCTOBER, 2020
May you find inspiration in the big picture, but may you find love in the details.
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