Pandapeach,

Thank you so much for the Rumi poem, I really like it! Up to now I had only heard one line of Rumi, but your post made me seek the whole poem and I would love to share it with you…

It’s rigged — everything, in your favour.
So there is nothing to worry about.

Is there some position you want,
some office, some acclaim, some award, some con, some lover,
maybe two, maybe three, maybe four — all at once,

maybe a relationship
with
God?

I know there is a gold mine in you, when you find it
the wonderment of the earth’s gifts
you will lay aside
as naturally as does
a child a
doll.

But, dear, how sweet you look to me kissing the unreal:
comfort, fulfil yourself,
in any way possible — do that until
you ache, until you ache,

then come to me
again.