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)
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