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Слушать(AI)This is love
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart,
I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, faqih, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi my
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