One swaying being.....by Rumi

Love is not condescension,
never that, nor books,
nor any marking on paper,
nor what people say of
each other.

Love is a tree with branches
reaching into eternity
and roots set deep in eternity,
and no trunk!

Have you seen it?
The mind cannot.
Your desiring cannot.

The longing you feel
for this loves
comes from inside you.

When you become the Friend,
your longing will be
as the man in the ocean
who holds to a piece of wood.

Eventually, wood, man,
and oceans become
one swaying being,
Love , the secret of Beloved .

~ Rumi