Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.
- Rumi
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Escape
The heart wishes to run, To get lost into oblivion, To become faceless, To become weightless And drift away to another shore, Hoping to find the resonations Of its own beats in another's breath!
1 comment:
IF some one ask, wht is the most beautiful thing i hav with me I ll say its ur heart,
If some one ask, wht is the greated thing I made in my life, love, I will say, winning your heart,
& if some one ask, why I am alive I ll say I m hre so I can hear ur heart beat....
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