How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.
RumiI have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.
RumiHow can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.
RumiI have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.
Rumi