The souls that have clung to water and clay,
are pleased on being freed from them,
and begin to dance in the air and breezes of love,
becoming perfected like the full moon.
— Rumi
The souls that have clung to water and clay,
are pleased on being freed from them,
and begin to dance in the air and breezes of love,
becoming perfected like the full moon.
— Rumi