Love is the sea of not-being
and there intellect drowns…
and there intellect drowns…
The moon passes over the
ocean of non-being
Droplets of spray tear loose
and fall back on the cresting waves
A million galaxies are a little scum
on that shoreless sea
ocean of non-being
Droplets of spray tear loose
and fall back on the cresting waves
A million galaxies are a little scum
on that shoreless sea
Rumi
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