Monday, November 3, 2014

Laughter is the way of lovers!



Say the soul is the moon,
that every 30 nights
has two so empty, in union,
that it disappears.

The other 28 nights it endures,
in different states of separation—
wretched but laughing.

Laughter is the way of lovers!
They live and die tickled—
and always fresh-faced,
knowing the return that’s coming.

-Rumi