its rumi to the rescue. i get two lines from poem of his.
i love u-- i love myself
i love myself - i love u.
the lines are answers to a question ive been asking of life itself for quite some time now.
i was having the conversation with a person about people who hurt u even as they love u and u love them. he had a simple formula...nothing, no person is more important than yourself...i cant agree..that is rubbish, i pooh pooh him..that person is important to me, because im important to myself...so how can i pretend that he is not important in my scheme of things...
now rumi gives me the answer...i love u, if i love myself, and i love myself, if i love u... what remains to be answered is the question of pain...
well, pain is love too..
i love u-- i love myself
i love myself - i love u.
the lines are answers to a question ive been asking of life itself for quite some time now.
i was having the conversation with a person about people who hurt u even as they love u and u love them. he had a simple formula...nothing, no person is more important than yourself...i cant agree..that is rubbish, i pooh pooh him..that person is important to me, because im important to myself...so how can i pretend that he is not important in my scheme of things...
now rumi gives me the answer...i love u, if i love myself, and i love myself, if i love u... what remains to be answered is the question of pain...
well, pain is love too..
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