Awe in the presence

davidsmith208
Mar 18, 2018
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141. Love is an ocean without a floor, or an edge, a drop suspended with all souls drowning in it. Love is among the most ancient secrets, containing one small bit of hope. The rest is awe in the presence of the one loved.

Soul Fury by Coleman Barks Rumi

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