“To the Extent They Can Die” (Rumi)

A Chinese mirror shows all sides of a human being. That is the one for you.

Someone born deaf has no more use for high notes

than newborn babies for a fine merlot.

What would a land bird be doing out over open sea? We are rinds thrown out by the tavern of absolute absence, unconcerned about profits, or dowry, or what to wear.

We are a hundred thousand years beyond insanity. Plato does not speak of this.

The physical beauty of men and women is not an image here. Lovers are alive to the extent that they can die.

A great soul approaches Shams, What are you doing here? Answer: What is there to do?

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