This is
love: to fly toward a
secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall
each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step
without feet;
to regard this world as
invisible,
and to disregard what appears to
be the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has
been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the
breast.
Rumi
(Miniature painting by Hossein Behzad)
