“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”Mevlana
The beauty of the heart is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life. Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can’t know
Mevlana ( Mathnawi II, 716-718)
taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul