Friday, March 1, 2013

One Swaying Being

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.



From The Book of Love
Translated by Coleman Barks