I was listening to Ram Dass, and he was talking about Rumi.
That’s how I came across this poem of his — too beautiful not to share, right?
Recently, I had a really lovely conversation with what I would call a colleague — both literally & figuratively: someone who, like me, hopes to warm the world.
We agreed that gentle words, the language of love in essence, doesn’t always come easily to us.
While we all long for it.
So voilà, here I am contributing my own tiny little stone in my own way.
Enjoy! 💋


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