
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.
Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh. — Rumi


The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.
Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh. — Rumi

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” – Rumi
Video – Enea B
Love came,
and became like blood in my body.
It rushed through my veins and
encircled my heart.
Everywhere I looked,
I saw one thing.
The Beloved’s name written
on my limbs.
on my left palm,
on my forehead,
on the back of my neck,
on my right big toe…
Oh, my friend,
all that you see of me
is just a shell,
and the rest belongs to the Beloved.
– Rumi