"Shall I tell you our secret? We are charming thieves who steal hearts and never fail because we are the friends of the One.
The time for old preaching is over, we aim straight at the heart. If the mind tries to sneak in and take over we will string it up without delay. We turn poison into medicine and our sorrows into blessings. All that was familiar, our loved ones and ourselves we had to leave behind.
Blessed is the poem that comes through me but not of me because the sound of my own music will drown the song of Love."
~ Rumi
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