The day is coming when I fly off, but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth? Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking.
Rumi
Profession: Poet
Nationality: Persian
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Here in my chest a Star came out so clear it drew all Stars into it.
There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope.
Don't make yourself miserable with what is to come or not to come.
The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.
There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.
The very center of your heart is where life begins. The most beautiful place on earth.
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.
Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.