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This is a standalone. “You've got a heart of gold. You just have to find someone worth giving the key to.” Kyleigh Rae French is far from the average nineteen.
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This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 4. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Nov 23, Ashleigh rated it really liked it. Great start This story had a really great beginning loved how they meet. They had great chemistry my only issue is the cliffhanger if the next book doesn't come out soon I will forget these characters and the author. Sondie rated it really liked it Nov 14, EGD rated it really liked it Oct 11, Rachelle Solomon rated it it was amazing Dec 15, Patricia Merritt rated it really liked it Dec 11, Arlene Simpkins-noel rated it it was amazing Oct 31, Evelyn Greenidge rated it it was amazing Dec 02, Monifa Derricks added it Oct 05, Shawn Wilson is currently reading it Oct 10, Genaya Bailey-Herbert added it Oct 10, Myr added it Oct 26, Marcia Glinton added it Oct 27, Detria added it Oct 31, Nicole Benjamin-hardin added it Oct 31, Without wings they fly around the world; without hands they carry the polo ball off the field.
That dervish who caught the scent of Reality used to weave basket even though his hand had been cut off. Lover have pitched their tents in nonexistence: they are of one quality and one essence, as nonexistence is. If You will burn Your house, burn it, Love! Burn this house thoroughly! From now on I will make burning my aim, From now on I will make burning my aim, for I am like the candle: burning only makes me brighter.
Abandon sleep tonight; traverse fro one night the region of the sleepless. Look upon these lovers who have become distraught and like moths have died in union with the One Beloved. Oh Beloved, take me. Liberate my soul. Fill me with your love and release me from the two worlds. If I set my heart on anything but you let fire burn me from inside.
Oh Beloved, take away what I want. Take away what I do. Take away what I need. Take away everything that takes me from you. Last night, I was lying on the rooftop, thinking of you. I saw a special Star, and summoned her to take you a message. I prostrated myself to the Star and asked her to take my prostration to that Sun of Tabriz.
So that with his light, he can turn my dark stones into gold. I opened my chest and showed her my scars, I told her to bring me news of my bloodthirsty Lover. As I waited, I paced back and forth, until the child of my heart became quiet. The child slept, as if I were rocking his cradle.
At the end, the town of unity is the place for the heart. Why do you keep this bewildered heart in the town of dissolution?
I have gone speechless, but to rid myself of this dry mood, oh Saaqhi, pass the narcissus of the wine. In the early dawn of happiness you gave me three kisses so that I would wake up to this moment of love. I found my dreams but the moon took me away It lifted me up to the firmament and suspended me there I saw how my heart had fallen on your path singing a song.
Between my love and my heart things were happening which slowly slowly made me recall everything. Perhaps the time will come when you will tire of kisses I shall be happy even for insults from you I only ask that you keep some attention on me. Tonight is a night of union for the stars and of scattering, scattering, since a bride is coming from the skies, consisting of a full moon. Venus cannot contain herself for charming melodies, like the nightingale which becomes intoxicated with the rose in spring-time.
See how the polestar is ogling Leo; behold what dust Pisces is stirring up drom the deep! Since Aquarius has come full of that water of life, the dry cluster of Virgo is raining pearls from him. The Pleiades full of goodness fears not Libra and being broken; how should Aries flee away in fright from its mother? When from the moon the arrow of a glance struck the heart of Sagittarius, he took to night-faring in passion for her, like Scorpio. On such a festival, go, sacrifice Taurus, else you are crooked of gait in the mud like Cancer.
This sky is the astrolabe, and the reality is Love; whatever wesay of this, attend to the meaning.
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Shamsi-Tabriz, on that dawn when you shine, the dark night is transformed to bright day by your moonlike face. Turn me like a waterwheel turning a millstone. Plenty of water, a Living River. Keep me in one place and scatter the love. Leaf-moves in wind, straw drawn toward amber, all parts of the world are in love, but they do not tell their secrets.
Mountains mumbling an echo.
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Sky, calm. If the sun were not in love, he would have no brightness, the side of the hill no grass on it. The ocean would come to rest somewhere. Be a lover as they are, that you come to know you Beloved. Be faithful that you may know Faith.
The other parts of the universe did not accept the next responsibility of love as you can. They were afraid they might make a mistake with it, the inspired knowing that springs from being in love. When the host of the tavern became my heart-mate, My blood turned to wine and my heart to kabab.
When the eye is filled with thought of him, a voice arrives : W ell done, O flagon, and bravo, wine! Through Love all dregs will turn to purest wine Through Love all pain will turn to medicine. Through Love the dead will all become alive. Through Love the king will turn into a slave! Now — which of all these cities was the best? O SUN, fill our house once more with light! Make happy all your friends and blind your foes! Rise from behind the hill, transform the stones To rubies and the sour grapes to wine!
O Sun, make our vineyard fresh again, And fill the steppes with houris and green cloaks! Rescus the lovers!
He Took The Streets I Took His Heart
Help the suffering! Show but your face — the world is filled with light! Why should not every Sufi begin to dance atom-like Around the Sun of duration that saves from impermanence? What graciousness and what beauty? What life-bestowing! What grace!