“The Arrival” (Rumi)

What shall we call the presence that arrives? Beloved, friend? Pride and joy, love-thief, gratitude, patience? I have no patience anymore.

Go away, you names and mental formations. A new shape has come that flies our flag upside-down, the form no door lets in.

Rather, the walls around us fall outward. Floor and roof too drop away.

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