This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally to take a step without feet.
(this poem, by Rumi, is the inspiration behind the name of the blog, but more importantly, it’s the inspiration to live more vulnerably)
Now I don’t want to be responsible for subverting a direct quote from Rumi, but if Rumi were talking to me, I’d advise him against prepositions:
This is love: flying toward a secret sky, causing a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, letting go of life. Finally taking a step without feet