he was preparing to leave: looking for a book he would take none. looking for music he chose the inner one. searching for his image he broke the mirror for he would not recognize himself. he would say good bye, and he would return, emptied.
but every day, a year with Rumi, he searched for strengh and guidance. it read, under September 14, "Sublime Generosity"...
O que seria da luz sem a sombra, da leveza sem o peso, da alegria sem a tristeza, do amor sem a falta, da prosa sem a poesia, da união sem a separação? O que seria do presente sem o passado, de novo, reencontrado.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário