In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
~Rumi
~Rumi
Refuting the mystical, metaphysical concept of the existence of individual, discrete selves (while bearing in a non existent mind, that there is no universally accepted theory as to what the word "existence" means)
That love is all there is
Is all we know of love
-Emily Dickinson
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