Rumi: Part 3

The way of love is not

a subtle argument.

The door there

is devastation.

Birds make great sky-circles

of their freedom.

Where do they learn it?

They fall, and falling,

they're given wings.

" The way of love...is desolation."

But birds only learn to fly if they risk falling.

Opening up one's self to the path of love risks everything but one can find freedom in that risk.

Flying, like swimming, demands risk - leaping out into the nothingness.

It doesn't demand any faith or assurance that anything is there to bear you up.

It just requires risk.

Risking it all.