Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.
RumiThe body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.
RumiYour legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.
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