Start walking towards Love...

Who is in the house of my heart,
I cried in the middle of the night.
Love said,
"It is I, but what are all these images that fill your
house?"
I said, they are the reflection of your beautiful face.
Love asked,
"But what is this image full of pain?"
I said, it is me lost in the sorrows of life
and showed Love my soul full of wounds.
Love offered me one end of a thread and said:
"Take it so I can pull you back
but do not break the delicate string."
I reached towards it but Love struck my hand.
I asked, why the harshness?
Love said,
"To remind you that whoever comes to Love's holy space,
proud and full of himself
will be sent away.
Look at Love with eyes of your heart.

Who gets up early
to discover the moment
light begins?
Who finds us here,
circling bewildered like atoms?

Who comes to a spring thirsty,
and finds the moon reflected in it?

Who, like Jacob,
blind with grief and age
smells the shirt of his lost son
and can see again?

Who lets a bucket down and brings up
a flowing prophet?
Or like Moses,
goes for fire and finds
what burns inside the sunrise?

Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.

Solomon cuts open a fish,
and there's a gold ring.

An oyster opens his mouth
to swallow one drop
Now there's a pearl.
A Vagrant wanders empty ruins
Suddenly he's wealthy.

But don't be satisfied with poems
and stories of how things
have gone with others.

Unfold your own myth,
without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage:

Love has opened your heart
Start walking towards love.
Your legs will get heavy and tired.
Then comes a moment of
feeling the wings you've grown, lifting...

..... Rumi