Perhaps Rumi can claim 'no edges' to his loving now.
I can only claim fewer edges.
The edges that remain are rounded and softened with experience and age...
or so I tell myself.
Truth be told I often like edges in other people.
They produce friction and keep you awake...
on your toes.
Some edges force you to move ... to jump to the other side.
It's sometimes good to experience the other side.
Learning and loving always have an edge to them...
or so I have found.
Actually, I like to tell myself that some of my edges tickle my DH's fancy ...
but maybe that is another story with which I delude myself.
Do you have edges?
How do you feel about other people's edges?
Do you leap off edges in a single bound?
Can you tell me something about your experience with edges?
I just remembered that I included the word 'edges' as one of the words in the sub-title to the header of my blog! I think I like the excitement of teetering on the edge ... of knowing it can be a threshold to something new...
Sorry Rumi, we will have to agree to disagree on this point of edges.
(The above collage was made with photographs taken with my Canon PowerShot camera.)