Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.
RumiLove is a mirror. In it you see nothing except your reflection. You see nothing except your real face.
RumiLove rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.
RumiLove is a mirror. In it you see nothing except your reflection. You see nothing except your real face.
Rumi