Mystical Love Poetry: The Donkey?

The donkey was left at the border
The burdens were riches in disguise
Given to raise up the wretched

The path became a hall
This hall is now a house
This house is a home

We were home all along
On the table lay a feast
All this within
A flicker of the flame
A fire that does not burn

A gesture in the hand of love

~ Rumi Would Have Laughed, by Winston Hampton