How will you know the difficulties of being human,
if you’re always flying off to blue perfection?
Where will you plant your grief-seeds?
We need ground to scrape and hoe,
not the sky of unspecified desire.
— Rumi
How will you know the difficulties of being human,
if you’re always flying off to blue perfection?
Where will you plant your grief-seeds?
We need ground to scrape and hoe,
not the sky of unspecified desire.
— Rumi