"Let The Way Arrive" . . .

Desires come, my wishes and longing.
I am tied up, knot on top of knot.
Then You that untie me, come.

Enough talk of being on the Path.
Let the Way, Himself 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.

My mind refuses to burn with Love.

You are All there Is
Yet Hidden.

Your ladder of Love
reaches to this ground.

Shall I dare climb ?
Rumi Poem