Each Person Has A Different Path To The Friend’s Neighborhood
We exchanged reason for love.
Everybody is a buyer of a different good.
The mystic’s design and mark is distinct,
A different bazaar, a different shop.
It’s a different journey, a distinct world.
It’s different from this world and the other world.
Those on the land are unaware of those in the air.
A good from Ethiopia is different from one from Central Asia.
One who is in the sea is ignorant of some one who is in the desert.
Everybody is the king of his own city.
One has become Moses and has seen the Beloved on Mount Sinai.
One, like Jesus, has seen the Beloved while crucified.
One has seen in the dark, another in the light.
Each person has a different path to the Friend’s neighborhood.
One becomes like soil, and kisses the threshold.
Another becomes fervent, then flutters.
One, like Mazun, makes his chest a shield,
seeking the arrow of love.