Some nights - Rumi

Some nights, stay up till dawn
As the moon sometimes does for the sun.
Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way
Of a well, then lifted out into the light.

Something opens our wings. Something
Makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness.

The Way of Love - 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 do it?
They fall, and falling, they're given wings.