Who is the lover and who the beloved

Allah
This World Which Is Made Of Our Love For Emptiness
by Jalāl ad-Dīn Mohammad Balkhī (Rumi)

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence.
Existence: this place made from our love for that emptiness! 
Yet somehow comes emptiness, 
this existence goes. 
Praise to that happening, over and over!

For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness. 
Then one swoop, one swing of the arm, 
that work is over. 
Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting. 

The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of straw
blown off into emptiness. 

These words I am saying so much begin to lose meaning:
existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:
words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.  

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