The soul is here for its own joy.
A head has one use: For loving a true love.
Feet: To chase after.
Love is for vanishing into the sky.
The mind, for learning what men have done and tried to do.
Mysteries are not to be solved:
The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.
A lover is always accused of something.
But when he finds his love, whatever was lost
in the looking comes back completely changed.”
Rumi
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