This Is Love

“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

Something that amazes me? That words can stir something in me, something deep and divine, even when I do not understand them. What is a secret sky? What veils will fall? What does it mean to let go of life, to take a step without feet? I don't know. But even in not knowing, maybe because of not knowing, these words awaken something, some kind of energy, some species of awareness. There is a rumbling, a respect. There is feeling. Isn't it wonderful that we can love something even if we cannot label it? Isn't there something majestic about the right kind of confusion?