The Temple of Love
Rumi
The temple of love is not love itself;
True love is the treasure,
Not the walls about it.
Do not admire the decoration,
But involve yourself in the essence,
The perfume that invades and touches you-
The beginning and the end.
Discovered, this replaces all else,
The apparent and the unknowable.
Time and space are slaves to this presence.
True love is the treasure,
Not the walls about it.
Do not admire the decoration,
But involve yourself in the essence,
The perfume that invades and touches you-
The beginning and the end.
Discovered, this replaces all else,
The apparent and the unknowable.
Time and space are slaves to this presence.
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