| The Nothing of Roselight Death comes, and what we thought we needed loses importance. The living shiver, focused on a muscular dark hand, rather than the glowing cup it holds or the toast being proposed. In that same way love enters your life, and the I, the ego, a corrupt, self-absorbed king, dies during the night. Let him go. Breathe cold new air, the nothing of roselight. -rumi- |
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