The Arrival
What shall we call the presence that arrives?
Beloved, friend? Pride and joy, love-thief, gratitude, patience?
I have no patience anymore.
Go away, you names and mental formations.
A new shape has come that flies our flag upside down,
the form no door lets in.
Rather, the walls around us fall outward.
Floor and roof too drop away.
–Rumi (Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī)
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arriving, arriving at gate 41, Heathrow, floor and roof drop away. yes, fasten our seatbelts, prepare for landing. thanks for the send off!
Oh yes! Gate 41, gate 42… Have a wonderful time arriving, arriving, arriving!