A love poem attributed to Rumi.

The way of love is not a subtle argument.

The door there is devastation.

Birds make great sky circles of their freedom;

How do they learn it?

They fall and falling, they’re given wings.

The way of love is not a subtle argument.

The door there is devastation.

Birds make great sky circles of their freedom;

How do they learn it?

They fall and falling, they’re given wings.