By "Jalaluddin Rumi"
You've no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean.
Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.
It's no good giving my heart and my soul,
Because you already have these.
So- I've brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and
Remember me.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
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