An angel paused in his onward flight, with a seed of love and truth and right, And said, “Oh, where can this seed be sownThat it yields more fruit when fully grown?”“To whom can this …
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The seed of love (poem)
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I Am and I Am Not
By Rumi I’m drenched in the flood which has yet to come I’m tied up in the prison which has yet to exist Not having played the game of chess I’m already the checkmate Not …