A moss-covered beach

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Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

Rumi

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

Rumi

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

Hafez

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

Rumi

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

Rumi

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

Rumi

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Rumi

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

Rumi

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Rumi

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Rumi

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A moss-covered beach

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A moss-covered beach

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

Rumi

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

Rumi

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

Hafez

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

Rumi

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

Rumi

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

Rumi

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Rumi

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

Rumi

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Rumi

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Rumi

A moss-covered beach

Weather - chabahar

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