The Empty Love Sack
By Nin Andrews
There’s a Rumi tale of a Sufi who discovers an empty food sack and begins to sing praises to the empty sack, and to the bread that once filled the empty sack. He moans and chants and sings about the aroma and scent in the sack which is the aroma and scent of the bread that is no longer in the sack. Other Sufis join in, praising the empty sack and the bread that once filled the empty sack, as if they, too, were suddenly overtaken by a terrible hunger. Soon more and more Sufis join in, dancing to the emptiness within the sack, to the hunger in their souls that is so like the empty sack.
A passer-by sees the dancers and wonders. It’s just an empty sack. Why are these men dancing?
Oh, the Sufis reply, it’s the hunger that we dance to. And the love of hunger. And the love of the love of hunger.
Define the hunger.
Define the love of hunger.
Define the love of the love of hunger.