” I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down.
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with Spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the Fire.
Are you merely filling this drunkard’s glass
or do you really oppose the sober?
Is it you who brings to ruin every house i build?
My Soul spills into yours and is blended.
Because my Soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the Earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in Love.
In this house of mud and water,
my Heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.”
– Rumi (Ruins of the Heart)