Love is an ocean. This wide sky,
a bit of foam on that.
Restless as Zuleikha
in her desire for Joseph,
sky-changes move across
day and night. If there were no love,
everything would freeze and be
still. Instead
inorganic grains are entering
plants. Plants enter animals;
animals center
spirit, and spirit sacrifices itself
for one breath
of that which made Mary with child. Each
sapling lifts, and the universe
winds like a locust swarm its wingrush
toward perfection,
each particle purified
in a song of praise for motion.
-Rumi
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