Love, what sort of thing are you?
You carry so much along.
You gather many together,
and then scatter them.
You love to stay home and
let everything else keep
You carry so much along.
You gather many together,
and then scatter them.
You love to stay home and
let everything else keep
watch at your door.
Love, you are the mother,
every human being is your child.
Love, you are the mother,
every human being is your child.
Rumi
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