“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.” - Rumi
And how miraculous, to think of love as something which causes a hundred veils to fall each moment. To be that vulnerable, that naked. What does that sky look like?
Finally, finally, that wonderful, faith-filled flight...
For some gorgeous artwork that speaks to me of secret skies, visit Mandie Magowan.
What does your secret sky look like? Let's write poems!