This Is Love

by Amalia

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.

— Jalal ad-Din Rumi

I don’t want to reach the secret sky, but I am halfway up there. I let myself fly. And I don’t even know what I’m thinking….