Two Poems by Rumi
THE ALLURE OF LOVE
Someone who does not run
toward the allure of love walks
a road where nothing lives.
But this dove here senses
the love-hawk floating above
and waits and will not be driven
or scared to safety.
SKY CIRCLES
The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn that?
They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.
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