when love itself comes to kiss you

When love itself comes to kiss you,

don't hold back!  When the king

goes hunting, the forest smiles.

Now the king has become the place

and all the players, prey, bystander,

bow, arrow, hand and release.  How

does that feel?  Last night's dream

enters these open eyes.  When we die

and turn to dust, each particle will

be the whole.  You hear a mote whirl

taking form?  My music.  Love, calm,

patient.  The Friend has waded down

into existence, gotten stuck, and 

will not be seen again outside of

this.  We sometimes make spiderwebs

of smoke and saliva, fragile thought -

packets.  Leave thinking to the one

who gave intelligence .  In silence

there is eloquence.  Stop weaving,

and watch how the pattern improves.

~ Rumi

from the soul of Rumi

translations by Coleman Barks

photo by elliot erwitt