This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, <br />to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. <br />First, to let go of live. <br />In the end, to take a step without feet; <br />to regard this world as invisible, <br />and to disregard what appears to be the self. <br /> <br />Heart, I said, what a gift it has been <br />to enter this circle of lovers, <br />to see beyond seeing itself, <br />to reach and feel within the breast.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-love-15/
