Saturday, November 8, 2014

at the end of the day

"My place is placeless
a trace of the traceless
I belong to the Beloved
Divine Whole"

Rumi

The school's walls were covered by rotating poetry, images of bright horizons and floating words from the centre of Being. That's how remember it, if memory does not fail.





Thank you Umm el Fahem


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