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Fly Away 

This is love:

to fly toward a secret sky,

to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

First to let go of life.


to take a step without feet.

to regard this world as invisible,

and to disregard what appears to be the self. 


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. 


Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi