The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom
How do they learn that?
They fall, and falling,
they are given wings.
Image: "Birds flying at sun set” by Chukwu Chibueze Pascal (Kingaustin07), CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons
Note: Translated by Coleman Banks. Collected in A Year with Rumi - Daily Readings (2006).
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