Mevlana Rumi

Set your life on fire.
Seek those who fan your flames.

Roar, Lion of the Heart, and tear me open!

Knowing that conscious decisions
and personal memory
are much too small a place to live,
every human being streams at night
into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
in some absorbing work.

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times,
but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.

Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.

And You? When will you begin that long journey into Yourself?

Open to me, so that I may open.
Provide me your inspiration
So that I might see mine.

We Are All the Same
Listen to the reeds as they sway apart;
Hear them speak of lost friends.
At birth, you were cut from your bed,
Crying and grasping in separation.
Everyone listens, knowing your song.

You yearn for others who know your name,
And the words to your lament.
We are all the same, all the same,
Longing to find our way back;
Back to the one, back to the only one.

Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.