“You have been walking the ocean’s edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry.
You must dive naked under and deeper under, a thousand times deeper.
Love flows down.
The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes.
Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that?
Do not put blankets over the drum.
One of my favourite poems by Rumi.
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