#2244 Mathnawi - Rumi

[Guest guest]

I never get enough of laughing with you,

that wild humor.

 

Thirsty and dry, I complain, but everything is made of

water!

 

Lonely, yet my head leans against your shirt!

My wounded hands, your hands.

 

Do something drastic.

 

You say, "Come and sit in the innermost room,

where you'll be safe from the love-thief."

 

I replay, "But I've tried to be the ringknocker

on your door, so you won't have to

always be letting me in and out."

 

You say, "No. You stand on the threshold waiting,

and you're here in the inner chamber too.

You're at home in both places."

 

I love the quietness of such an answer.

Come to this table of quietness.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie