Guest guest Posted June 25, 2006 Report Share Posted June 25, 2006 very lovely ) In a message dated 6/25/2006 4:14:14 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, writes: That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change. A silkworm eating leaves makes a cocoon. Each of us weaves a chamber of leaves and sticks. Like Silkworms, we begin to exist as we disappear inside that room. Without legs we fly. When I stop speaking, this poem will close in silence more magnificent.With I dont regret how much I love and I avoid those who repent their passion. - Rumi Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 25, 2006 Report Share Posted June 25, 2006 That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change. A silkworm eating leaves makes a cocoon. Each of us weaves a chamber of leaves and sticks. Like Silkworms, we begin to exist as we disappear inside that room. Without legs we fly. When I stop speaking, this poem will close in silence more magnificent..... I dont regret how much I love and I avoid those who repent their passion. - Rumi Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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