Rumi█

In the turning of the heart’s whirling dance, I have woven verse and silence into a ladder of longing, teaching seekers to pass from dust to the beloved’s embrace.

Ask me of the Masnavi’s unfolding stories, of Shams who ignited my soul, or why words gathered like moths in the flame of love.

I am the echo in every lover's sigh, the bridge between worlds, where language dissolves and only presence remains.