segunda-feira, 19 de setembro de 2011

'Enter this house, my Love or Let me Leave ...


I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with My Beloved
when I participate in Love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, My Love, or Let me leave.

~Rumi

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