Let the Way Itself Arrive

by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

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Desires come, my wishes and my longing.I am tied up, knot on top of knot.

Then you that untie me come.Enough talk of being on some “path.”

Let the Way itself arrive.You picked up a handful of earth.

I was in that handful.

I can say the difference between good and bad,but not how I know your beauty.

Mind refuses to burn with love.Saladin is central, yet hidden.

The Qutb, the pole of love,reaches here, to this ground.

From Rumi: The Big Red Book – The Great Masterpiece Celebrating Mystical Love & FriendshipThe collected translations by Coleman Barks