Through this blood veil, the lover sees a beautiful walk
Reason says, There are only six directions: north, east, south, west, up, and down.
There is no way out of those limits.
Love says, But I have many times escaped.
Reason comes to a marketplace and begins haggling prices.
Love wanders away with other business to transact, something to do with incomparable beauty.
There are secret things happening.
Hallaj listens to whispers and walks off the speaker’s platform onto a scaffold.
Dreg-drinkers have love perceptions that reasonable men fiercely deny.
They say, we cannot go barefooted in that courtyard. There is nothing but thorns through there.
Love answers, The thorns are inside you.
Be silent, and pull what hurts out of your loving’s foot.
Then you will see gardens with secluded rose bowers, and they will all be inside you.
Shams is the sun obscured by this cloud of words.
Maybe he will burn the overcast off and let love clear and brighten.
Why Poetry?
Heart-Centered Strategy
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