The flower's eye

Find me near the flower's eye
that takes in provocation
and begins to grow.

Love is a baby
that struggles and fights,
stops nursing,
then runs out through the door,
escaping as a fire
jumping to the next burn.

Rumi, from Coleman Barks' A Year with Rumi


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