Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.
Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.
Having died of self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.
Without cause God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.
Rumi 1207 – 1273
2 comments:
Thanks for such wonderful poems. It is a pleasure reading this beautiful selection!
Awww, thanks! I am posting them mostly for my own pleasure. I'm glad someone else is enjoying them!
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