an almost accidental gathering of poets
 
   
 
 
Rumi
 
Soul of the world.
No life, nor world remain,
No beautiful women and men longing,
Only this
ancient love
Circling
The holy black stone
Of nothing
Where
the lover
is the
loved,
The horizon
And everything
Within it.
   
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