Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.
RumiAnd he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.
RumiFling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.
RumiAnd he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.
Rumi