Mom & Dad
A poem by Rumi that he loved
The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling
They’re given wings.
– Rumi
A poem by Rumi that he loved
The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling
They’re given wings.
– Rumi