Love Poems from God – Poem of the Month

When the moment cracks open, 

ecstasy leaps out and devours space;

love goes mad with the blessings.

Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and future?

The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities

will find no rest.

Be kind to yourself, dear… to our innocent follies.

Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.

You will come to see that all evolves us.

Rumi

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