There is little one can say about love. It has to be lived, and it's always in motion. - Rumi

Love calls - everywhere and always.
We're sky bound.
Are you coming?

My love, you are closer to me than myself...
You shine through my eyes,

Your light is brighter than the Moon...
Step into the garden so all the flowers...
Even the tall poplar can kneel before your beauty...
Let your voice silence the lily famous for its hundred tongues,

When you want to be kind...
You are softer than the soul...
But when you withdraw...
You can be so cold and harsh.

Dear one, you can be wild and rebellious...
But when you meet him face to face...
His charm will make you docile like the earth,

Throw away your shield and bare your chest...
There is no stronger protection than him.

That's why when the Lover withdraws from the world...
He covers all the cracks in the wall...
So the outside light cannot come though,

He knows that only the inner light illuminates his world!

Be helpless, dumbfounded,
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
to gather us up.

We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.
If we say we can, we’re lying.
If we say No, we don’t see it,
That No will behead us
And shut tight our window onto spirit.

So let us rather not be sure of anything,
Beside ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
We shall be saying finally,
With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
We shall be a mighty kindness.