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I LEAVE FOR MY MOTHER, WHILE I DIE FOR GOD. OUR HEAVEN AND EARTH WERE MADE AND MAKE THROUGH THE POWER OF LOVE, NOR BY WAR. WHILE GOD IS LOVE, WE ARE ALL LOVE TO BELOVED. MAY GOD BLESS OUR DAYS AHEAD IJN.. SILENCE IS GOLDEN.!



GOD WITH US.!
GOD IS OUR STRENGTH.!
The words
I should've said
the tears
I should've shed
the wounds
that should've bled
locked
deep inside my chest
in a box labeled
regret
How can I ever begin to explain,
I never meant to cause you any pain,
Every day I wish I could go back to when,
I could have seen all we could have been,
If only I hadn't said anything,
Who knows what that would bring,
Maybe you'd still hold me when I cried,
Maybe I would have finally tried,
Maybe I'd still look into your endless blue eyes,
Maybe I could finally be wise.
Matty
 Feb 2014 Dhriti Suresh
Rumi
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?



The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.



I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.



I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.



I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.



If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

— The End —