Lovers find secret places inside this violent world
where they make transactions with beauty.
Reason says, Nonsense. I have walked and measured the walls here. There are no places like that.
Love says, There are.
Reason sets up a market and begins doing business. Love has more hidden work.
Hallaj steps away from the pulpit
and climbs the stairs of the gallows.
Lovers feel a truth inside themselves
that rational people keep denying.
It is reasonable to say, Surrender is just an idea
that keeps people from living their lives.
Love responds, No. This thinking is what is dangerous.
Using language obscures what Shams came to give. Every day the sun rises
out of low word-clouds into burning silence.