We have not come here to take prisoners,
But to surrender ever more deeply
To freedom and joy.

We have not come into this exquisite world
To hold ourselves hostage from love.

Run my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.

Run like hell my dear,
From anyone likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.    

We   have not come here to take prisoners,<br>
      But to surrender ever more deeply<br>
      To   freedom and joy.<br>
      <br>
      We have not come into this exquisite world<br>
      To hold   ourselves hostage from love.<br>
      <br>
      Run my dear,<br>
      From anything<br>
      That may   not strengthen<br>
      Your precious budding wings.<br>
      <br>
      Run like hell my   dear,<br>
      From anyone likely<br>
      To put a sharp knife<br>
      Into the sacred, tender   vision<br>
      Of your beautiful heart.
Words by Hafiz

 

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