To speak as one.
To weep as he weeps for his soul.
To feel as he feels-euphoric.
To live as he does.
To try.
This is what it is to wade through Rumi's verse. I discovered him in an old corner bookstore - drawn to his presence, his words.
"My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure if that, and I intend to end up there"
And I don't think I can turn my back on him just yet, at least not without a full Tehqiq. I am meandering through the maze he shoved me into and true self awareness lies at the center.
"Close both eyes.. to see with the other eye"
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