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One of them, anyway… Sonnet XVII do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but […]

I paraphrased this poem by Mowlana Jalaluddin Rumi in my “about” section. I love the whole thing so much that I thought I would share it. Come, come, whoever you are Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a […]