I am a poet, lover of life, reader, hoper, dreamer, peace-lover, wife, daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, cousin, friend, soul within a body, weak fighter to my ego, seeker of the Divine and a drop in the ocean of love.
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Saturday, September 6, 2008
Rumi poem from the Mathnawi
Sometimes in order to help He makes us cry.
Happy the eye that sheds tears for His sake.
Fortunate the heart that burns for His sake.
Laughter always follows tears. Blessed are those who understand.