I know about love the way the fields know about light, the way the forest shelters, the way an animal's divine raw desire seeks to unite with whatever might please its soul - without a single strange thought of remorse.
There is a powerful delegation in us that lobbies every moment for contentment. How will you ever find peace unless you yield to life the way the gracious earth does to our hand's impulse.
Rabia of Basra
Love Poems from God
translation: Daniel Ladinsky
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