A common space for harmonic peacemakers
Lesson 99: Travel On
All tracks vanished; you said 'Travel on'
I turned to beg you stay; you had gone.
Winds pressed round me, that smelled of you
Small flowers blossomed, words from your mouth.
- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
(Translated by Andrew Harvey from A Year of Rumi)
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