A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.” ― Rumi
covertress: The Rocking Chair Test When I'm old with hair turned gray It haunts me that I'd know a day While sitting in my rocking chair I'd wished I weren't afraid to dare. To have a dream and act upon it, Whether spiritual or quite erotic, Seems to me the lesser sin of Once to miss what might have been. So, with my dreams I go to where I picture myself sitting there, Having lived a life with no regrets -- This, the rocking chair test.