Poem by Rumi for February 2

This is no ordinary friendship.

I attend your banquet as wine attends.




Like lightning, I am expert at dying.

Like lightning, this beauty has no language.




It makes no difference

whether I win or lose.




You sit with us in congregation of the dead,

where one handful of dirt says,

I was once a head of hair.




Another, I was a backbone.

YOU SAY NOTHING.




Love comes in, I can deliver you

from yourself in this moment.




Now lover and beloved grow quiet.

My mouth is burning with sweetness.




Rumi (Book: A year with Rumi - February 2)