Desires come, my wishes and my longing. I am tied up, knot on top of knot.
Then you that untie me come. Enough talk of being on some “path.”
Let the way itself arrive. You picked up a handful of earth. I was in that handful.
I can say the difference between good and bad, but not how I know your beauty.
Mind refuses to burn with love. Saladin is central, yet hidden.
The Qutb, the pole of love, reaches here, to this ground.