Who are lovers? What are they made of?
It’s two at night I am up and awake Feeling all fresh and bright Emitting rays of gold To those who have lost their path In the darkness of their spite Clouds as dark as my hair engulfs all in sight And here I am smiling away to glorify all with my dazzling light I…
We are independent but we are not prostitutes – all women who are independent
It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words – Rumi
Follow that which your heart embraces
“You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life” – Rumi
Simplicity that is “Truth”
Choose -“Adonis/Aphrodite” or “Humans”
From formless we come, to formless we go
A place which belongs in the heart. What is within is without
Well, from anonymity to existence.
Who Am I? What are we?