.
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Love is not condescending, never that,
nor books, nor any marking on paper,
nor what people say of each other.
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Love is a tree
with branches reaching into eternity
and roots set deep in eternity,
and no trunk.
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Have you seen it? The mind cannot.
Your desiring cannot.
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The longing you feel for this love
comes from inside you.
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When you become the Friend,
your longing will be as the man in the ocean
who holds to a piece of wood.
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Eventually, wood, man, and ocean
become one swaying being,
Shams Tabriz, the secret of God.
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~ Rumi
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