What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?
This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.
Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.
Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.
The ecstatic beauty and soulful grace of Rumi's poetry inspires human hearts to believe in possibilities beyond the predictably fatal.
Beauty from another world gave birth to your voice-- sent to rescue scorned hearts from traumatized nights.
At some point, a flash of sustained clarity reveals the difference between what someone would have you believe is true, and what you know from the depths of your own heart to the peaks of your soul to be true. What happens after that is up to you.
Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed.Must hearts forever sufferfrom ignorance and greed?Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free?
Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.
Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.
What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.