Your desiring cannot

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Love is not condescending, never that,

nor books, nor any marking on paper,

nor what people say of each other.

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Love is a tree

with branches reaching into eternity

and roots set deep in eternity,

and no trunk.

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Have you seen it? The mind cannot.

Your desiring cannot.

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The longing you feel for this love

comes from inside you.

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When you become the Friend,

your longing will be as the man in the ocean

who holds to a piece of wood.

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Eventually, wood, man, and ocean

become one swaying being,

Shams Tabriz, the secret of God.

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~ Rumi

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