What a beautiful poem.

“…A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.

If you don’t try to fly,

and so break yourself apart,

you will be broken open by death,

when it’s too late for all you could become…”

I am currently in love with breaking myself apart. I have only sipped the fearlessness of doing this, but I like the taste of it.

Read the whole wise thing here: Be With Those Who Help Your Being by Rumi


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