At rest...

Making this assignment34...could have blipped random people eating their lunch on the patio or this little bird keeping an eye out for them...for crumbs...decided to go with him...he looked so focused...yet so calm...my little stranger ;)

Rumi

Love is not condescension, never
that, nor books, nor any marking
on paper, nor what people say of
each other. Love is a tree with
branches reaching into eternity
and roots set deep in eternity,
and no trunk! Have you seen it?

The mind cannot. Your desiring
cannot. The longing you feel for
this loves comes from inside you.

When you become the Friend, your
longing will be as the man in
the ocean who holds to a piece of
wood. Eventually, wood, man, and
oceans become one swaying being,
shams Tabriz, the secret of God.