Love makes bitter things sweet.
Love turns copper to gold.
With love dregs settle into clarity.
With love suffering ceases.
Love brings the dead back to life.
Love transforms the King into a slave.
Love is the consummation of Gnosis.
How could a fool sit on such a throne?



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Republished with permission from
‘Rumi Wisdom – Daily Teachings from the Great Sufi Master’
by Timothy Freke