Saturday, 15 March 2014
Love creeps in through the back door.
Don't accuse it of being a burglar.
Invite it in. Offer tea and biscuits, make it feel at home.
It will steal nothing from you.
Your heart has already been rifled, the drawers emptied.
There is nothing left.
Love brings new offerings.
Do not refuse love.
It will outpace you,
Meet you where you are lost,
Spin you, until, like a dervish,
You know only one circle,
Endless in its leading to your Beloved.
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