One Swaying Being

"Love is not condescension, never 

that, nor books, nor any marking

on paper, nor what people say of

each other. Love is a tree with

branches reaching into eternity

and roots set deep in eternity,

and no trunk! Have you seen it?

the mind cannot. Your desiring

cannot. The longing you feel for

this love comes from inside you.

When you become the Friend, your

longing will be as the man in the

ocean who holds to a piece of

wood. Eventually wood, man, and

ocean become one swaying being,

Shams Tabriz, the secret of God."

Waking up with Rumi....