A gold mine is inviting us into its shrine.
But instead we keep bending over
to pick up pebbles from the road.
Every thing has a shine like gold,
but we should be turning towards the source–
since the origin is what we really are…
— Rumi
A gold mine is inviting us into its shrine.
But instead we keep bending over
to pick up pebbles from the road.
Every thing has a shine like gold,
but we should be turning towards the source–
since the origin is what we really are…
— Rumi