Love comes with a sharp knife
Not some shy and dull excuse
Love does not fear for its reputation
Love is a madman working wild schemes
Tearing off his clothes
Drinking poison
Recklessly choosing annihilation
Love is a tiny spider trying to
wrap an enormous wasp
Imagine the spider web woven across
the tomb where Jesus slept
Beloved, you have been walking the ocean’s edge
holding up your skirts to keep them dry
Beloved, you must dive deeper
A thousand times deeper
(Inspired by Rumi)
ROTMS
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