~RUMI~

A window opens A curtain pulls back
The lamps of lovers connect, not at their ceramic bases,
but in their lightedness.

No lover wants union with the Beloved
without the Beloved also wanting the Lover.

Love makes the Lover weak,
While the Beloved gets strong.

Lightening from here strikes there.
When you begin to love God, God
Is loving you. A clapping sound
Does not come from one hand.

The thirst in our souls is the attraction
Put out by the water itself.

We belong to IT, and IT to us.