Im losing you, I know, to hatred and mistrust. Im losing you, I know, to ignorance and fear. Im losing you, I know, to all that you do best. Im losing you, I know, to all that you hold dear.
Afraid of losing you, the wisdom of your mind. Afraid of losing you, your smile so warm and bright. Afraid of losing you, the verse that is our bind. Afraid of losing you, your tenderness and light.
Come back to me, my dove, its too long that you'll be gone Come back to me, my dove, without you, I will drown Come back to me, my dove, with Shams & Rumi we are one Come back to me, my dove, from your ever-loving clown.
You don't love a woman because she's beautiful, She is beautiful because you love her.
i see the lamp, the face , the eye an altar where the soul bows a gladness and refuge! my loving says , "here! i can leave my personality, here!" my reason agrees, " how can i object? when a rose makes bent backs stand up like cypresses!"
such surrender changes everything!
Turks understand Armenian! body abandons bodiness soul goes to the center stage and rubies appear in the beggars bowl!!
but don't tell !! when this happens
be quiet and still.
stay in the delight and be brought the cup that will come! no artfulness. practice quiet and this new joy
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Im losing you, I know, to ignorance and fear.
Im losing you, I know, to all that you do best.
Im losing you, I know, to all that you hold dear.
Afraid of losing you, the wisdom of your mind.
Afraid of losing you, your smile so warm and bright.
Afraid of losing you, the verse that is our bind.
Afraid of losing you, your tenderness and light.
Come back to me, my dove, its too long that you'll be gone
Come back to me, my dove, without you, I will drown
Come back to me, my dove, with Shams & Rumi we are one
Come back to me, my dove, from your ever-loving clown.
You don't love a woman because she's beautiful,
She is beautiful because you love her.
G'nite all
Sweet Dreams
D.