The Sweetness of Eternity (5/7/17)

Union and Separation (9/11/16)

There is nothing remaining in my ears except Love’s murmur.

There is nothing remaining in my soul–no reason, no thought–

only the sweetness of Eternity.

The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors.

Now, it can’t remember its past.

Rubailer, Page 164, Rubai #2

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