Iranians are known for their superstitious ways. Sometimes an Iranian will randomly open a book of poems by their countries most beloved poet, Rumi, and trust that his wisdom will guide them. I was doing some research today and came across a book of his poems. I decided to give it a try.
In your light I learn how to love
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
Where no one sees you,
But sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
In your light I learn how to love
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
Where no one sees you,
But sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.


2 Comments:
::delightful chills::
beautiful.
It's a good way, I think. I used to open the Bible this way and see what God had for me. It's kind of fun, too.
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