سوف أحمل همك، فلا تحملى هما، وأنا أكثر شفقة عليك من مائة أب. - Rumi

people want you to be happy, don't keep serving them your pain

It’s rigged — everything, in your favor.
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, fulfill yourself,
in any way possible — do that until
you ache, until you ache,

then come to me
again.

I Have Vanished In the early morning, A lover asked her beloved, “Do you love me more than yourself?” “More than myself? For sure I have no self any more — I am you already. The ‘I’ has gone; the ‘you’ has come about. Even my identity is gone. The answer is taken for granted. ‘You and I’ has no meaning. The ‘I’ has vanished like a drop into an ocean of honey.