“The Nothing of Roselight” (Rumi)

Death comes, and what we thought we needed loses importance.

The living shiver, focused on a muscular dark hand, rather than on the glowing cup it holds, or the toast being proposed.

In that same way, love enters your life, and the I, the ego, a corrupt, self-absorbed king, dies during the night.

Let him go. In the dawn

breathe cold new air, the nothing of roselight.

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